Our mission is to seek out good cake! Having offloaded our offspring into the school system, we meet up to walk, waffle and gobble child free (well, almost) ….
This week the weather was miserable and so the Sisters came to mine for lunch. I was planning to try and recreate our afternoon tea from Prested Hall – without the frozen scones and stale sandwiches (or maybe with, just for an authentic experience!) – but decided it was too tall an order last minute so I opted for one of my current favourites: pasta in a creamy, cheesy pesto sauce with peas and garlic flatbread. The pasta element is basically a steal from the Pioneer Woman – https://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/pasta-with-pesto-cream-sauce/ – with a few tweaks: walnut-basil pesto and cheddar as well as parmesan. It is pretty yummy, and probably pretty calorific too!!
For the flatbread I used this recipe – https://www.recipetineats.com/easy-soft-flatbread-yeast/ – which is really easy and yeast-free. These were premade and had already been fried so I just smothered it in garlic butter before letting it sizzle in the oven for 10 minutes.
Sister Y’s offspring had finally forgiven her for her faux pas of last week and she celebrated by bringing her fave cake from Aldi – Sicilian Lemon Swiss Roll – which was really scrummy for a shop bought cake. So scrummy, in fact, that we ate the whole lot .. oops! To be fair, I did cut three modest portions but we decided there was no point leaving any for my lot to fight over so we did the sensible thing and polished it off!
So, carbed up to the max, we somehow got on to the subject of Theresa May’s dancing – don’t ask me how. We don’t really do politics in the Sisterhood as we are all fairly different in our political views but we were all in firm agreement that, regardless of her performance on Brexit or other political conduct, we felt sorry for her on a purely human level with all the negative backlash. The poor woman was basically damned if she did and damned if she didn’t. Had she stood and watched, motionless and detached, people would have said she was boring and miserable. So we of the Sisterhood applaud you, Theresa, for attempting to get your groove on and then being able to laugh at yourself for it (and obviously our opinion is of great importance) – ‘keeeeeeep dancing!’ xx
Time for Sister X to have a spiffing idea this week: Hylands Park. A fabulous, free public space in Chelmsford, home of the Rize Festival (formerly ‘V’) where you can park for free, walk your dog, take a stroll around the delightful Pleasure Gardens, feed ducks on the pond, check out the awesome Adventure Castle playground, book in to Forest School, visit The Stables Café and artist studios and, of course, take a tour (or even get married) at Hylands House itself. There are two entrances – the house entrance, off the A414, or the park entrance on Greenbury Way.
We had a good old walk around the parkland. In fact, I’d go so far as to say we were marching at one point – we’re definitely getting better at the exercise element, especially seeing as my current buggy is not an all terrain model! Sister Y was in need of some love today as she’d had a big mummy fail on the school run when she realised she’d forgotten Non-Uniform Day! Seriously, who holds a non-uniform day on a Thursday? I think it’s a fairly acceptable mistake – these schools should really stick with protocol and not throw these curve balls at us. Life is complicated enough, people!!
Anyway, Sister Y duly consoled, the topic of conversation moved on to that school mum. You know – the one you can’t stand that everyone else seems to love? We all know someone like that. At least, we of the Sisterhood do and, bearing in mind our children all go to different schools, there are at least three of them currently in existence in Essex. My personal grudge with that mum began with a party invitation. Oh the stresses and politics of primary school birthday parties! Let’s just say that there are ways of inviting children to parties so that the all the children (and parents) who aren’t invited won’t know about it and therefore won’t feel excluded and upset. Handing out very conspicuous, hot pink, A5 pieces of card and posting on the year group parent’s Facebook page is not one of them! Enough said.
After our invigorating walk and respective rants about these awful women (we do try hard to maintain solidarity with the rest of womankind but some of them make it very difficult!) we were more than ready for cake at The Stables, a self service – i.e. you can very carefully eye up the cake slices and pick the ever so slightly larger one! – café in a sweet little courtyard. Of course, being a new joint, I had to check out their carrot cake which was gluten free and, with a pot of tea which easily gave 2 cups, came to £4.75. A little dingy in the farthest corners but lots of space for the buggy and plenty of high chairs for the teeny tot who happily enjoyed spreading a malted milk biscuit all over herself whilst we tucked in. The Sisters both went for coffee and walnut which they heartily enjoyed. We were all in agreement though – Wilkin & Sons do definitely have the edge on the cakes so far.
I really will try to get a photo of a whole piece of cake next time!
It’s that time of year when we start thinking about organising a Christmas meal out for the Sisterhood but this year we decided that we really deserved a proper treat after spending the last few months trekking around Essex eating cake (it’s hard work, really). We thought that a Spa Day was in order and, after googling thoroughly and finding some shockingly poor value deals (£79 for use of the facilities and a buffet lunch at some places – all treatments extra!) I suggested Prested Hall where I had been several years ago and spent a relaxing day with my sister before her wedding. It’s a brilliant deal in comparison to any others I could find – £75 for a full day (Saturday 9.30-5.30) including two 30 minute treatments; full use of the pool, sauna, steam room and gym (as if!); a welcome drink and cookie on arrival and either afternoon tea or a two-course lunch in their Bistro.
As much as we love our children, the thought of a whole child-free day to ourselves, chatting, relaxing, being pampered and eating was a truly rare and exciting prospect and the race to be ‘spa ready’ commenced. Decisions, decisions: one-pieces or tankinis? (the word ‘bikini’ never surfaced, thank heavens) to wax or to shave? The use of a hedge trimmer was briefly mentioned ….
And so, to the day itself and our critique of the venue:
The Spa was lovely and tranquil and the treatments were absolutely divine – we all opted for facials and back, neck and shoulder massages – Sister X actually fell asleep in the Relaxation Room after her facial! The only criticism of the Spa would be that they have a little seating area where you can help yourself to herbal teas but there are no magazines or anything to read in it, apart from the Spa Treatment Menu which took me all of two minutes to thumb through. One Health Club member actually commented that she had never seen anyone else using the area – perhaps that is why!
The pool, sauna and steam room were as you would expect and we enjoyed paddling around lazily with woggles until our fingers were wrinkly. The Sun Room, however, looked like it had been decorated by a 7 year old (in fact, I think my 7 year old could have done a better job) as the paint work was pretty shabby which detracted somewhat from the care and attention given to the décor in the Spa itself. It could also do with some new magazines and a bit more variety – my dentist has a better selection, to be honest. The changing rooms were fine but the showers, again, could do with a bit of tlc – a few mouldy, cracked tiles just spoiled that feeling of luxury pampering.
Obviously, being the expert cake critics that we are, we went for the afternoon tea food option. Now I may be fussy but I cannot stomach egg mayonnaise or smoked salmon, which seem to be staple fillings for unimaginative afternoon tea providers county wide. I know, I know, millions of people love both but, what can I say? Not my bag (Sister Y doesn’t like egg either – just saying). However, I had checked the ‘current’ menu on the website and no mention was made of either so I thought I was safe. Imagine my dismay, then, when we sat down to indulge in our decadent sandwiches only to be confronted with smoked salmon and, you guessed it, smelly old egg mayonnaise! Bearing in mind that I have quite severe baby brain and cannot rely on much of the information in it at present, I thought it possible I had just made up alternative fillings to satisfy myself. However, since returning home, I have indeed checked the website and the sandwiches should have been: mozzarella, plum tomato & pesto; chicken mayonnaise with salad; prawn & marie rose sauce and cucumber with cream cheese. So my post-natal brain was not playing tricks on me.
This is not an image of the afternoon tea!! We had decided to ban our phones in an effort to completely relax so could not take photos – for illustration purposes only.
Disappointing sandwiches aside (not to labour the point but they were actually starting to go stale too, so had obviously been made quite some time in advance) I’m afraid the rest of the afternoon tea didn’t really come up to scratch. We were told that the scones were ‘still warm from the oven’. They weren’t. Mine was actually still slightly frozen in the middle so clearly not freshly baked as it states on the menu (I just checked) and definitely not warm. This, I did point out to the waitress who apologised but clearly didn’t really care. The cakes did look very pretty and there was a good selection – mini choux bun, lemon tart and chocolate layer cake to name a few but by that point I had the hump a bit and couldn’t be placated with delicious petit fours! So, in a nutshell, we would not recommend the afternoon tea (well, Sister X might as she has issues with ‘telling it how it is’ – her own words – she is too pleasant for her own good. On the other hand, perhaps I’m just narky and hard to please!)
In summary then we would give Prested Hall 5/5 for the Spa treatments, 3/5 for facilities and 3/5 for food. On the whole though, we would say that the day was excellent value for money.
Sister Y had the spiffing idea of heading to Cressing Temple this week. Again, somewhere we have been with the kids several times. We have done a few Halloween Spooky Fun days which we’ve always enjoyed on the whole (I say on the whole as we cannot lie – there is a fairly dire puppet show which Sister Y and I have endured on more than one occasion. We think the puppeteer must be a relative of the organisers – either that or he does it for free … you have been warned!) and I have taken mine to the Christmas/Santa one which was fab but we have never thought to just go at any other time. In fact, I didn’t even know you could go on non-event days but it’s completely free to visit and wander around – okay, it might not be the most exciting place if you’re not into the history of the region and ancient farm machinery but the barns and buildings are very impressive and the Tudor walled garden is lovely – the whole place has a very serene quality. They also sell their own organic honey and beeswax candles and, on this occasion, had lots of pumpkins going begging for a voluntary donation. We have always given the café a swerve because it has been absolutely rammed on the event days so this was a good opportunity to check it out.
TheBarns is another owned by Wilkin & Sons. Personally, whilst I prefer the setting of the Heybridge Basin site, I preferred the tea room itself and thought that the staff were friendlier. It is quite large and bright and was easy to manoeuvre the buggy around. Having said that, there was only one other table occupied on what was a very rainy, grey day. However, they were doing a fantastic offer of tea/coffee and either chocolate fudge cake (yes please!!) or fruit cake for £3.95 – very reasonable. The Sisters both went for the fruit cake, which they said was yummy. I could not knowingly refuse chocolate fudge cake and we all tucked in with relish, so much so that we had gobbled half of it before we remembered to take a photo.
Even Sister Y forgot the obligatory ‘taunt’ photo before tucking in!
This week we were catching up after Half Term so their were lots of tales to be told of family holidays. Let’s just say that the lesson here my friends is to be careful what you wish for. I’m always rather envious when others say that they are going away on big family get togethers i.e. grandparents, siblings, cousins etc all sharing a lovely old cottage somewhere, all mucking in and participating in quality family time. However, it transpires that it may not always be the joyous, relaxing, bonding experience one had hoped for. Not so much Kum Ba Yah and gathering round the log burner in a warm, fuzzy glow of family harmony as Baby Shark on repeat, sniping and simmering sibling tensions … oo-er … who needs Eastenders, hey?!
Being back on the school run also led us to be lamenting the frustrations of getting the children ready on time in the mornings and we hit upon a fantastic idea. You know how, in Islamic countries, they have the call to prayer? We were thinking, ‘call to school’! A great idea, no? It would save hundreds and thousands of parents from losing the plot every morning after having asked for shoes and coats to be put on 5 times only to find their children still wandering around the hallway, shoeless and coatless, in a daze trying to make the highly important decision of which toy to take for break time. The commanding voice of their Headmistress/Headmaster over a tannoy at 8:30am would surely galvanise them into action …. maybe … We can but dream, cake lovers! xx
Forgive me for I have sinned. I have been eating cake without the Sisters!! Actually, I have been baking, which I do most weeks for the Hungry Husband, but just wanted to share this for anyone who is trying to think up different ways to use up all those leftover pumpkins from Halloween. We’ve done pumpkin pie and soup so I decided to make my favourite Carrot Cake recipe but swap the carrot for pumpkin. It actually tastes pretty similar apart from being a bit more dense and squidgy – definitely a fork cake!
Here it is:
3 cups pumpkin flesh
2 cups self raising flour
2 cups sugar (I only had white granulated but usually use light brown for this recipe)
1 1/2 cups oil (I use sunflower)
4 eggs
2 tsp bicarb
1 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon (heaped) – I also added a teaspoon of nutmeg as pumpkin can be a bit bland
1 tsp vanilla essence
1 cup of chopped walnuts/pecans/almonds – whichever you have in the cupboard!
I put the pumpkin flesh in the food processor on the regular chopping blade until it was in about the same size pieces as if it had been grated.
Bung in everything else, apart from the nuts and whizz it up until nicely combined.
Stir in the nuts.
Pour into your prepared tin – I used a 25cm square one.
Bake at 175 for about 50 minutes or until a skewer comes out clean.
Top with yummy cream cheese frosting:
200g tub of cream cheese (philly or supermarket own brand, whichever you prefer or is cheaper!)
1/4 cup margarine or butter
1/2 kg of icing sugar
Combine until smooth and spread over the cooled cake.
Sprinkle with some ground cinnamon if it takes your fancy.
This week we went to a favourite haunt of Sister X and her clan – Paper Mill Lock. We all managed to find it (it is very easy!) and all arrived early to boot. What a beautiful place – can’t believe Sister X has never insisted we go before. There is a small car park at the tea rooms and, if there is no space, they have an overspill one next door. The toilets are outside so that is very handy if you’re intending to park, walk and then eat cake – or not eat cake at all, I suppose, but then you shouldn’t really be parking in the tea room car park – tsk tsk!! We set off on a slow stroll along the canal, in the direction of Chelmsford. Apparently you can walk all the way to Chelmer Village (where the posh people come from, so I’ve heard, sshhh) and the other direction would eventually bring you out at Heybridge Basin! *this info is all courtesy of Sister X – read into that what you will …!!
We walked at a leisurely pace for about 3/4 of a mile, chaperoned by one lonely looking swan. Beautiful as they are, we of the Sisterhood have experienced first hand their dark side – we used to feed the ducks with the children at the same pond most weeks and they were sometimes in residence, getting out of the pond and a bit too close for comfort when they were hungry – actually hissing and sort of growling – eeek!! Quite unnerving when their reputation for arm-breaking precedes them. Anyway, realising that however far we walked, we’d have to walk the same distance back, we decided that our tummies would be about ready for cake in about 10/15 minutes and so decided to head back (we really must work on the fitness side of our regime).
The tables outside the tea room were mostly empty but still damp and, as we didn’t want soggy bottoms, we chose to sit indoors – although there is also an undercover outside area as well. It is quite small inside, only 6 or 8 tables from memory, but it wasn’t busy and we were the only people with a buggy so it was fine. I have to say that the staff could be accused of lacking enthusiasm – and that would be being kind! The hairy being that served us gave the impression that serving tea and cake was pretty much the dullest thing he could be doing at given time. There were, however, lots of delicious looking cakes to choose from. I went with the Lemon, Sister Y had a very Hallowe’eny-looking Chocolate Orange Cake and Sister X went for a good old Coffee & Walnut. £4 for a cup of tea and a piece of cake so not too bad but I can’t say it was the best cake unfortunately (maybe this is why Sister X has never suggested we go before, as I am now running down her favourite place – sorry Sister, please forgive me!) It was a bit too heavy on the icing and sickly sweet – although I did still manage to eat it all! Oh, and the table was sticky too (sorry, sorry).
On the plus side, the other patrons of the tea rooms were very friendly and pleasant. As we were discussing baby names with an older gentleman – who had a severe aversion to the name Wayne for some reason – a little dog trotted in looking rather pleased with himself. The lady at the table behind us immediately jumped up looking slightly flustered and claimed him as hers. Apparently, she had left him having a run around in the field up the road – ?!? – where he ‘usually stayed for hours’ and had nipped down for a cheeky coffee. Okay. For some reason, it transpired that she did not have his lead and was asking Mr Lacklustre behind the counter if he had some rope as a temporary measure. I had the teeny tot balancing on the (sticky) table edge and was blocking Sister X in but Sister Y had two free hands, so I volunteered her dog-holding services whilst the lady went to her car to get the lead. Sister Y was more than happy to help and gladly took the dog’s collar. It was only then that the lady explained that he may get a bit frisky should he see another dog. She began to remove something from her pocket to give to Sister Y. Something brown inside a doggy-poo bag. The smile on Sister’s face began to slowly fade as she thought the lady was for some reason handing her a bag of dog poo!! It turned out to be dog treats – phew – to distract the hound with should another dog walk past. Sister Y exhaled in a very relieved manner as Sister X and I stifled chuckles. The lady returned, lead in hand and, having done our good deed for the day, we decided it was time to head home on a sugar high!
In summary then, we would definitely return to the Lock – such a beautiful place for walking or just sitting and enjoying the surroundings – but perhaps forgo the cake and just opt for a cuppa! Next week – Abberton Reservoir …..
Hello! Thanks for checking us out and welcome to The Sisterhood of the Long Boobs – a name too good not to use, taken from an comment made by one of our wonderful children who never fail to make us laugh (and sometimes cry) with their delightfully innocent and entirely tactless childhood observations! There are three of us of the Long-boobed variety – Sister X, Sister Y and myself, the scribe, Sister Evangeline (because ‘Z’ would have been too predictable and, let’s face it, if you’re picking a name – and have watched The Princess and the Frog several hundred times – Evangeline is a pretty kick-ass one!!!).
With three of our youngest offspring recently despatched into the Education system we decided what better excuse to keep meeting every week (not that we really needed an excuse – we do actually enjoy each other’s company … I think!) than to give ourselves the challenge of hunting down good cake! So, whilst many of our other school mum friends were enthusiastically donning those strangely patterned lycra? trousers and meeting on the playground for group running sessions (shudder!) we thought we would take the more leisurely and less sweaty approach to maintaining some vague level of fitness. The hope is that the one remaining teeny (mine) will sit contentedly cooing in her buggy whilst we take in the tea rooms of semi-rural Essex!
For our first outing we decided to head to Heybridge Basin and The Lock Tea Room, owned by Wilkin & Sons (them of the Tiptree Jam fame). So here goes …..
Twas a glorious day, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. The tide was out and so the boats laid bare and gleaming on the river bed as we wandered along the bank towards Goldhanger, chewing the fat and bemoaning the highly inconvenient and unnecessarily awkward settling in session times Sister Y’s youngest’s school had imposed upon the new intake. In truth, we didn’t walk too far (no need to go hell for leather and wear ourselves out on the first excursion) – just to the Blackwater Sailing Club and back to the tea rooms.
It was such a beautiful day that all the outdoor tables were taken so we had to sit inside. No sooner had our bottoms touched the seats and our minds began to mull over what yummy treats we might partake of than Sister X’s phone rang. Now, Sister X is a refreshing rarity of our mobile obsessed times. I have no idea what make of phone she has as I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen it in her hand, so for it to ring and for her to answer it was quite an event! After an initial, concerned; ‘Oh no! What’s happened?’ her end of the conversation went more along the lines of, ‘hmmm …. right ….. well I’ve just ordered coffee so I’ll be a while.’ (tiny white lie). It turned out that Husband X had gone out for a bike ride that same morning, sans money and puncture repair kit and, you guessed it, had a puncture! The real kicker was that he had actually made it as far as the local bus station on his little expedition and so, had the silly sausage had a couple of quid in his pocket, he would have been able to get himself and his busted mount home! Sister X’s sympathy obliterated, she left him with the instructions to sit and enjoy the sun – it was a beautiful day after all – and she would be there just as soon as she could gobble her coffee and cake (that she hadn’t ordered yet!!)
And so, crisis averted, we were able to sit and enjoy the delights The Lock had to offer, namely chocolate cake, a rather shockingly bright red velvet cake and almond tart! Of course, conversation turned to the disorganised-ness (I know, not a word!) of husband X and how he may be suffering from separation anxiety following a family holiday and subconsciously have taken to the streets ill-prepared on purpose, knowing that he may require the assistance of his beloved wife …. Okay, so Sister X might be in her second year studying for a diploma in Psychotherapy …. The conversation culminated in my fabulous and naturally very witty idea of buying him one of those little bike purse/pouch things that strap to the crossbar – in which one may choose to keep, say, some spare change and a small puncture repair kit- for Christmas!
Apologies, I have digressed rather shockingly from the purpose of the blog! The cake was very delicious. The venue was, I would say, semi buggy friendly in that, on a quiet day there would be no problem manoeuvring around the tables and finding somewhere to park but, on a colder, rainy day when more of the tables would undoubtedly be occupied, it might be a struggle and some furniture rearranging may have to take place – with more than one buggy it could result in calamity! The outdoor space is lovely on a fair weather day – if you are lucky enough to get a table. It isn’t the cheapest of places – my cake alone was £3.95 – but they are yummy scrum and it was a reasonably large slice. The staff were polite and quite smiley – not super friendly, engaging customers in conversation types but not unfriendly either. All in all we will return, of that I can be fairly certain! So, it’s a ‘yes’ from the Sisterhood …. Until next time xxx
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The Sisterhood of the Long Boobs 