So, I missed a day, which I promised myself I never would but apparently broke that resolution fairly quickly. In my defense, I was pretty much out of it, sleeping most of the day yesterday. I spent most of the night before fighting with my dog.
Yeah, he sleeps with us. He's spoiled. He's a little 25 lb Puggle with Egyptian eyes and he sleeps with Mama every night. And he thinks he owns the bed. I also think he thinks he's a 10 lb cat, or a 5 lb toad because, other than barking feriociously at anything that flies by any window, he likes to LOUNGE. He doesn't lick anybody but he sure sniffs everyones breath, in a very cat-like manner. He also hunts flies. (The frogs in the Red Queen's hall in the new Alice in Wonderland remind me of him, especially the accused- they got Sammie to a T!) At any rate, he sleeps curled up next to my back and then tries surrepticiously to nudge me off the bed. The night in question he stole all the covers, laid on them and we fought when I woke up freezing at 3 AM. We played tug of war until about 5 AM until I finally said, "Bag it" and got up. I was awake but not really...
At any rate that night I had been up until 2 AM trying hopelessly to find a recipe for Jammy Devils. I had just finished reading Terry Pratchett's "Unseen Academicals" (probably for the 5th time- I LOVE Terry Pratchett!) and one of the characters is the Night Kitchen's boss, Glenda Sugarbean. She bribed some of the palace guards to get an appointment with the ruler of the city and she did this with Jammy Devils. So I thought- "How appropriate! I have all this jam and all this flour and sugar- maybe there's a recipe for it!" I was thinking that maybe this was a real recipe like Spotted Dick and was something typically English (I LOVE English food!). However, the only recipe for this appears to be in Nanny Ogg's Cookbook and is not published on the net. It apparently is also the only cookbook in the known Universe that I do not own.
So THAT being said, and Derek (my husband) screaming for some kind of dessert and me being the loving, doting wife, decided to take matters into her own hands and make some kind of jam tart. At 11 PM. Needless to say, they were done at midnight. They are good but not quite what I had hoped for. What I did was take a shortcake recipe, split it in half, formed it like pie crust in a muffin tin, added a spoonful of jam, topped with remaining shortcake and baked in 350 oven for about 30 minutes. It's a nice start but I'm thinking this needs to be more of a pastie than a tin tart. Ummm. Until I get an actually recipe, I'm going to play with this for a while. My fantasy is a pastie filled with jam and clotted cream...
Well, I am going to cut this short, need to put away the remaining tarts and GO TO BED.
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