cider inside 'er
We're all avid Roald Dahl fans, from The BFG to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (cos we love chocolate) to Danny, The Champion of the World *grin* to Revolting Rhymes, which I remember reading to classrooms full of children in my previous life, amidst much hilarity and horror. It turns out that Roald shared our adoration for food too - about a year ago we discovered a *recipe book* in our local library, compiled by Roald's granddaughter Felicity, called Even More Revolting Recipes. It's an incredibly creative, appealing read, filled with such things as *plushnuggets* and *glumptious glob gobblers* and *pickled spines of porcupines* and even* luminous lollies for eating in bed at night* (the recipe of which we will keep well hidden from M5, who has finished all his dental nurse treatment thank you very much and is now our resident Teeth Brushing Expert), all illustrated by the inimitable Quentin Blake. Roald Dahl's recipe book keeps reappearing at our place,
half-remember from my childhood,
something about "the cider inside her inside..."
but as J11 said, "It's not very fizzy."
So now there are plans afoot to add
some sherbet mix to it, or maybe some lemonade...