Like a diligent and loving son I headed back to the ranch for Mothering Sunday, safe in the knowledge that I was in for a feast. Whenever we see Hannah we know we're not going to go hungry - as you'll see from the links below.
BBQ on the bales
Hannah's epic afternoon tea
Christmas Eve with Hannah
Cowie's Brownies for Hannah
This isn't going to be a long post. Just a brief pictorial summary in honour of the lost art of afternoon tea. Enjoy the slide show.
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The highlight of the spread wasn't the first bite of Jane's incredible scones with clotted cream, or Mum's amazing violet and lemon cake. No the highlight was my disastrous foray into interfering with Cowie's (now sacred) brownie recipe. I thought it would be a good idea to add some chilli chocolate sauce to the mix. But I failed to check the sauce I used resulting in Cowie's, normally amazing, brownies tasting more of curry than chocolate.
On closer inspection of the jar it turned out that the sauce I had haphazardly lobbed in was actually actually a sauvory sauce for use in Mexican moles! DISASTER! I had single handedly ruined Mother's Day. Or so Dad said. And then Hannah broke down crying and I feared the worst... but they were happy tears. None of us have eaten anything this nasty in a long time and it was hilarious. Take it from me. The brownies below may look delicious.
But because I used this stuff. They tasted gross!
Hannah. It was great to see you. I hope the Aga gets better soon!