MY BASH

I think I can safely say that a good time was had by all at my St David's bash last night. "Once a teacher, always a bloody teacher", as an old flame of mine used to say, so I taught the Sicilians the words of Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau and We'll Keep a Welcome and we had a jolly, somewhat loud sing-song as well.

Here is the "savoury side" of the table:



The "rarebit muffins" on the right didn't rise in the temperamental Italian oven so they became "rarebit cakes". Yes, those are nachos! They may not be Welsh but I like making them, my friends like eating them and I made the dip from soft cheeses similar to Welsh ones. You can just see the Welshcakes in the middle. I made them on my testo romagnolo pan, which is a good substitute for a flat griddle. Linda had found and brought along the daffodils.

Here is the "sweet side":



The "Glamorgan balls" [front, right] ended up over here as there was no room anywhere else. The date bread went down well and Roberta had made the delicious brownies you see on the left. At the back, next to the Mandarinetto cake, there is a plate of sultana-less Welshcakes for those who preferred them.

Everyone insisted I keep my Welsh dragon pinny on for this photo:



And here I am with my famous inflatable daffodil:



Hwyl am nawr.