I never know I have forgotten something, until I remember I have forgotten (sound familiar?). Pottering round the village shop I saw a packet of crumpets and suddenly remembered, I really do love them. The dense, chewy sponge dripping, warm, melted butter, delicious. There is something quaintly old-fashioned and comforting about them yet I will go for a long time without eating one, then suddenly, like today, they pop up somewhere .
Eating them is one thing, making them another. The batter-making is quick and easy then the fun begins; watching the bubbles rise to the surface and then the flipping over without demolishing is a little challenging but who cares if there's the odd mishapen cake on the plate. Got an hour spare for a little fun - then make some crumpets and let me know when they are ready, I'll be straight round.
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Eating them is one thing, making them another. The batter-making is quick and easy then the fun begins; watching the bubbles rise to the surface and then the flipping over without demolishing is a little challenging but who cares if there's the odd mishapen cake on the plate. Got an hour spare for a little fun - then make some crumpets and let me know when they are ready, I'll be straight round.
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