Queen Victoria Square, in the city centre of my home town, Hull, has become quite the location recently. Since the start of our City of Culture year, it has housed various attractions, including the light show to kick off the celebrations and ‘The Blade‘ – built in the city and the largest man-made single piece structure in the world (and I swear it’s not photo-shopped in!)
However, the most recent offering is a touring collection of ceramic poppies – you may be familiar with them cascading from the Tower of London as part of the ‘Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red’ exhibition, commemorating World War 1. And now we are privileged to look after them for a few weeks as they tour around the UK.
Yesterday was Lancashire Day, a fact I wouldn’t have known had it not been for Suzie of Suzie Speaks / SundayBlogShare fame announcing it on Twitter and the subsequent lighthearted disagreement over whether it was a chip barm or chip butty and who was on the wrong side of the Pennines!
So what better way to rebel and pledge allegiance to the correct side of them there ‘ills and my Yorkshire roots than to bake a traditional Yorkshire Curd Tart for Monday Munchies?
They’re going to catch a big one…
Maybe. Or perhaps it’ll catch them!
Anyone who follows me on Twitter may have seen earlier this year that I shared an article from a national (albeit, tabloid) newspaper alerting the public to a werewolf being loose in my neighbourhood!
So I thought it was an appropriate re-post for archive day, what with Halloween on the horizon. It will bring you up to speed with Old Stinker but if you’d like to speak to him personally, you can tweet him @oldstinker (He’s a very tech savvy monster and a lovely chap who has put me on his ‘Do not eat’ list – phew!)
Now, being a lover of all things paranormal (and believing in it for the most part) I was naturally intrigued by this newspaper article! It seemed there were several sightings by local people of a large, upright, dog-like creature near a water source, that leaped over high fences and seen to be devouring the wildlife.
And it’s not just wild animals that’s on the werewolf’s menu – one witness reportedly saw it gnawing on a German Shepherd – isn’t that kind of cannibalism?!
“Of course, it had to be a big dog didn’t it? I bet it was a chihuahua really…”
That was my mum’s take on the story – not thinking to question the likelihood of a supernatural creature lurking in the woodland, but totally disbelieving the accuracy of witness reports!
Bread scares me. Not the finished article, I don’t have an irrational fear of a crusty baguette. But the making of it fills me with
bread dread. Kneading is not my forte and the time required to prove this, prove that, prove you’re a good enough baker… *Sigh*.
Which explains to some extent why I’ve fallen very behind in my Bake Off Challenge bake-along. I’ve been dodging week 3: Bread Week.
So I thought I’d double up and do two week’s worth in one go for Monday Munchies.
And don’t you just love the title? I do. Except it’s a lie as I didn’t make brioche. And yes I know it’s ‘Binoche’ but the former worked better. It does have chocolate in it though!
And the battered part? Well, that covers week 4 – a first for Bake Off with Batter Week. I am definitely earning my bread and batter… (sorry).
Tomorrow marks the annual celebration for God’s Own County: Yorkshire Day!
As a proper born and bred Yorkshire lass, I thought I’d share some facts, lingo and general awesomeness about the UK’s largest county, to help you all become honorary Yorkshire folk and be astounded by its splendour!
So grab yer flat cap and whippet, stick kettle on fer brew and prepare to be educated ah kid!