Better Late Than Never (a guest post by Mammar)

gridle 4For the best part of a year we have been asking Mammar to contribute a guest post to our year without supermarkets. She has done her very best to get out of it and we had resigned ourselves to the fact that Mammar wouldn’t join our other guest posters (you know Da, Grannie, Aunty Leah, Uncle Liam, Aunty Janet, Aunty Mary to name a few) but….. it seems that Mammar has had a change of heart. Now this change of heart is based on the fact that we plan to have the entire blog printed into a keepsake book that Lizzie can read in future times and Mammar wants her thoughts to also be a part of this. So…… Mammar its over to you………………………………….

gridle 1Last Saturday when we went to Cogges Farm with Ian, Becksie and Lizzie they were serving freshly baked welsh griddle cakes and I realised that I had a griddle stashed way back in my pantry that I have not used for a long while. So…… I turned to Becksie and said ‘ooohh we’ll have to make some of those’. As a Little Mummy who has got out of the habit of baking Becksie said ‘ooh yeah I’ll wait for some of those’!! So….. on the Tuesday following our visit I produced a batch of welsh griddle cakes and there upon Becksie said ‘a blog post please’. So here’s goes:

gridle 5Take 8oz of Self Raising flour, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, 1/2 teaspoon of mixed spice, 4 oz margarine, 2 oz sugar, 2 oz sultanas (it technically should be currants but Mary Berry Gray had run out), 1 egg and 2 tablespoons of milk.

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gridle 2Then:

Mix the flour, salt and mixed spice and rub in margarine. Stir in the sugar and the sultanas and mix to form a stiff dough with the egg and milk. Spoon equal pieces of dough onto the well greased griddle and press down. Alternatively, you could roll the dough and cut into rounds. Remember to warm your griddle during the preparation of the dough. Bake for about 5 minutes then flip over and cook for a further five minutes.

gridle 6Serve buttered!


welsh cakesI am sure Lizzie and I will make these many times as she grows up and she’ll always have the recipe in her special year without supermarkets book.

The End

Love Mammar!