My bee eater is coming along, and will soon be feeding the chick.  As with all pictures slowly making my way along, putting in minute details where needed.  I hope it will be a lovely picture when finished.

                                                                           

Memories.  what would we do without them.  I love condensed tin milk, on toast, in a roll or just off the spoon cold out of the fridge.

                                                                           

Reminds me of when we lived out in Africa and I was only small. The sticky liquid was a treat to lick of a spoon. Mum used to make us fudge using this, and I can see myself sitting up on the concrete work surface, whilst she stirred the golden bubbling mixture in the  pan on the old wood Arga stove. The smell of the fudge bubbling away, to them be poured out onto a tray and left to cool. I can feel myself smelling the aroma now and drooling whilst typing this.

                                                                     

A picture out of my mother's old 'good housekeeping cookbook'. It is ancient, and well thumbed, but I still use it.   
Must just go and have a spoonful from the tin sitting in the fridge. Still a child at heart.


Have a good week and take care.
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