Here is the last slice of the delicious Pecan Pie on a very lovely little plate that has, until now, just been on display on the Welsh dresser. Now we are using both of them.
I’ve made our mincemeat for the mincemeat pies for Christmas. I’ve never made it before but don’t really know why not.
A poem for you today shared by Michael Rosen. It is by Benjamin Zephaniah with whom we once had breakfast in Sheffield. The refugee situation and the way our government treats these desperate people, has me in tears.
By Benjamin Zephaniah
One of my readers, Helen, asked if there were any marks underneath the oriental design plate. Yes, these are they. I don’t know the maker. Perhaps someone can help..
hudsonhowlet
November 29, 2021 at 9:03 pm
The mark of a true crafts person, lays not on the bottom but in her hands that makes the pie, the mincemeat and the plate. See and appreciate. Enjoy the mincemeat..
mybeautfulthings
December 3, 2021 at 7:49 am
It’s proving hard to leave the mincemeat to mature for a week, we want to eat mince pies!😊
commonprose
November 28, 2021 at 4:53 pm
What’s in the mincemeat?
mybeautfulthings
December 3, 2021 at 7:53 am
Did the recipe come through?😊
artfulcrone
November 28, 2021 at 1:50 pm
Gorgeous plate! The poem speaks a truth many refuse to hear.
mybeautfulthings
December 3, 2021 at 7:53 am
It does. I’m glad you felt that too.😊
Helen
November 27, 2021 at 10:31 pm
That’s a powerful poem.
Sorry, the markings don’t mean anything to me… but I bet someone could identify the maker.
mybeautfulthings
December 3, 2021 at 7:54 am
I might try the auction house where the dresser is now, for both plates. 😊
saymber
November 27, 2021 at 10:05 pm
The pie looks yummy and beautiful poem – so true!