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Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

My epic fail occurred one Christmas when I was batch cooking sausage rolls. Enough to feed a substantial quantity of festive guests. I had a large range style cooker and every shelf was filled with unctuous sausage meat enrobed with the best flaky pastry that supermarkets could sell. 30 mins cooking time was the perfect timing to pop to a neighbour for a tiny Seasonal drink. Unfortunately, the neighbours didn’t do tiny and I didn’t do portion control or observe my 30-minute time slot. An hour passed in a twinkling and I was full of festive spirit ( gin). Once home I was in no rush to rescue my baked goods.  They were already past anyone’s judgment of edible. When the oven cooled down I swept them into a carrier bag to feed the birds in a local park after Christmas Day. Off to the park I went with a gaggle of over sugared children. I handed over the bag of sausage rolls and paid little attention to  the bird feeding, just taking some mental breathing space. Somewhat irresponsibly I had weaponised children and was not paying attention. Each tiny bite-sized sausage roll was a rock in the hands of small children. Birds scattered, fearful of their feathered lives. Other parents and park visitors judged me as I realised that for the second time in 48 hours I had failed to adequately assess the sausage roll situation.

Nobody remembers that I did clear up the mess, no birds were actually harmed and that everyone had a fabulous hour or so in the park.

Every Christmas when a sausage roll passes the lips of any child or adult who has knowledge of that day. Somebody pipes up with the legend of me killing birds in a local park at Christmas time with over cooked sausage rolls because I had drunk too much gin.

All other years my sausage rolls have been fabulous. Nobody ever mentions that.

#1323 theoldmortuary ponders.

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What are your favorite types of foods?

My poor sense of taste and smell, post-COVID, means that my lifetime favourite foods have changed. Seasoning, unusual flavour pairings, and texture are the things that bring mealtime pleasure on the days when I cant really taste very much and the food world resembles soggy cardboard. This question was timely today as I popped into Marks and Spencer to buy a new madcap product.

Who knows what gustatory delight Caramel Sauce with Marmite will bring? The Original Salt and Pepper Seasoning would certainly have been beneficial to the chips in the top picture. They were the epitome of cardboard

#1322 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Do pictures Lie?

Of course they do.

We did a  regular dog walk around Sutton Harbour and The Barbican yesterday. A one hour dog walk, with time for sniffs etc

Both are hugely busy harbours with a constantly changing cast of seafarers and tourists on any day of the year. This weekend is a massive Sea Festival and everywhere is heaving with people having a good day out.

Live music fills every corner and spills across the harbours at high tide. Merging and blending. Drunken choruses of Robbie Williams tracks, merging with the rhythms of sea shanties and Church bells.. Hen parties with high heels on cobbles and men observing, holding pints and opinions that are not worth repeating.

These harbours have been bustling hubs for centuries and I would say these photos , taken in the midst of the happy hubbub could have been taken any time in the last 700 years. Dogs would have pee’d on the lobster pots as Hugo did. People would have been reflected in puddles. People would have made tracks.

 

Birds would have swooped over water.

So these calm pictures do lie, because they were tiny calm and unlikely moments, taken in the midst of happy people, crowded together intent on having a good time.But by excluding nearly all human detail, they are timeless.

#1321 theoldmortuary ponders.

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©theoldmortuary

Time for hands on creativity has been a bit short recently for good reasons and some tedious ones. I keep my creative head ticking over by doing digital art and reading about arty stuff that interests me. Visiting exhibitions too. Always a sure-fire way to get me back on the creative mojo. September also, always feels far more like a fresh start than the turgid dampness of January. I’ve been thinking about how to recycle or repurpose unsold artwork. Collage is a big thought. Not just from my own work but from some of the high quality tourist/ lifestyle magazines that can be picked up in arty places.

The picture above was not a conscious effort of creativity. I just packed up a scalpel and some old colour sketches of my local streets and went to meet fellow artists at a coffee/ cake/ and create session. I didn’t know what I planned to do but I had given the matter some thought.

Then 24 hours later I read this fascinating article. If you have the time please read it. It is not the article that made me ponder but the image that prefaced it.

https://www.theguardian.com/wellness/2025/sep/10/creativity-unconscious-process-incubation?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Is it just me or does it seem hugely insulting to illustrate an article about creativity with an illustration that just shows men?

When I should have been reading and inwardly digesting something that really interests me. I just want to punch the smug white male and his white, white coated cranium sub – conscious allies. Maybe punching is too gentle. After all, I have a scalpel and I know how to use it. I note however that when the white coats did the craniotomy all they found was an empty void.

Whoever thought this picture was a good illustration for a great article should have given the matter more thought. Maybe slept on it or gone for a refreshing walk…

Blogging rant over.

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Drawn to the Valley ( Plymouth) came to the end of an era in August. For three years after the Covid restrictions Drawn to the Valley met once a month for their Creative Table event at Ocean Studios.

Members from all over the Tamar Valley met to create together, share information, and plan exhibitions.

The exhibitions were fabulous.

And the Private View parties were full of happy artists and their friends

So What Next?

For Ocean Studios, developers will be creating new homes. A beautiful artistic space, gone.

For Plymouth Drawn to the Valley, we have a new location.

Devonport Market Hall is our new location for our monthly meet ups.

Creative Table will be held at Devonport Market Hall. 10-12 every second Thursday of the Month in the Cafe at the Market Hall. All DTTV artists and makers are welcome as are non-member friends.

Next Meeting.

Thursday 9th October 10-12 in the Cafe.

#1320 theoldmortuary ponders

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Friday already and a fabulous bouncy bob at high tide.

Nothing starts the day better than a challenging swim in a very well-understood and respected bay.

There is a turn in the weather so on our return I decided to do some autumn chores in the yard. I was energised for action by the splash and bounce of the sea.

Before loading the garage with summer paraphernalia I collected a stored portrait. A friend and I plan to have a good old natter about the experience of having our portraits painted. My two were painted 10 years apart and I have never before viewed them together.

© Steve Fuller.
© Peter Orrick

I had no idea they had both chosen almost identical colour palates.

Seeing them together and again is a curious feeling.

If I posed now the hair would be grey, the black garment would be a swimming costume and the deep jewel red would be a towel or robe. Cold water swimming is my superpower, I wish those younger women had done it because it really gets me through the tough days. And those two younger versions of me had some really tough days.

#1319 theoldmortuary ponders

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This painting has never sold. The other circle project ones went on their way to new homes and this one went into the garage. Maybe the title didn’t work.

Sweat.

Maybe a hard sell but it reflected the many feelings that being sweaty can create. I looked at it yesterday in its plastic shroud, pondering on its future. Then this morning it appeared on my Facebook feed as a memory of  7 years ago.

Time to unwrap and rebrand.

I might slip into autumn unwillingly  but these transitional days are full of getting back to routines or establishing new ones, after the languorous days of a well-spent summer.

I have an urge to turn this picture into an image of a bursting pomegranite.

Pomegranites are one of my favourite fruits.

My own photo archive holds some lovely pomegranite images.

Time to get my sketch book out.

Pomegranates bursting in Greece last year.

#1318 theoldmortuary ponders.

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The thing I ought to have done today is to keep a better eye on my timekeeping. Primarily because poor timekeeping made me miss my hair appointment yesterday, and talking too much landed me in the most horrendous rainstorm. So today I ought to have kept my chatting a little more under control but today there were no appointments just domestic admin and cooking.  Things that ought to be squeezed into the spaces in between lovely wide-ranging conversations. And squeezed in they were, which makes the ‘ought to’ somewhat irrelevant. But there are days like yesterday when I ought to have kept an eye on the time. Missing a hair appointment is really very thoughtless. What is even worse is that an hour or so later I was telling a friend I had lost track of time and missed an appointment. She looked at me in horror and said.

“Oh my goodness , I shouldn’t be here either. I ought to be at a community thing”

When I was younger I certainly thought ‘ought’ and indeed ‘should’ were words of diligence rather than desire,but now I feel more kindly towards it. Ought is a word used out of respect. I can be flimsy about my own time keeping but not when it affects other people.

I also really like the idea of an Oughtobiography. An epic tale of all the things I ought to have done. There may be more blogs on this topic…

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So much to see in these clouds as they skimmed the sea yesterday.*

Our weekend camping was, unusually, on a formal campsite. The lure of hot showers and a stupidly short walk to the sand dunes of Gwithian called to us in this period of hugely fluctuating weather. Life as is often the case had other plans, the camp site and indeed the whole area of Gwithian was having planned maintenance on its mains electricity supply. So in effect we were wild camping in a camp site. Now that seems like a silly thing to do so we packed up our wagon and drove off to a small car park we had discovered on our first day of being utterly lost.

St Ives Bay with St Ives in the distance.

Breakfast was served to all with the most fabulous outlook.

Who needs a shower when an early morning walk looks like this.

*I could see a large fluffy ring doughnut being kicked by Cornwall on a slightly out of proportion shape not dissimilar to England and Wales. Scotland too but Scotland appears to be taking a bite out of the cloud doughnut.

One hour after these photos were taken the rain was so hard our windscreen wipers couldn’t cope and we could not hear what  was on the radio.

The Scrag End of Summer and official Autumn are really fighting it out in this transition period. My heart is with the scrag end ❤️

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Sun day update, the sun came out and we wandered in the St Gothian Nature Reserve.

The sea was beautiful, but didn’t call us fearful of a sandy bed on our return. Beaches with fine sand are for the last day of a mini-break when we don’t have to sleep on a bed that furry paws  have embellished with sand.

Tramping about on sand dunes does not seem to have the same effect.

On our return we found a very cosy church, filled with colour.

And a grave that celebrated the life of the archaeologist who researched the extensive history of humans in this magical part of  Cornwall.

Unusually his wife, a prolific writer is commemorated on the edges of his grave.

My Sunday, sun day update.

P s Her books look worth a read.