Yesterday, by 10pm, it had already rained more in the four days of July than it did in March. We had thunder and all the wet stuff that goes with it.
Comfort food was called for. Raspberry buns to be precise. Lovely eaten warm with a glass of milk, but not so warm the jam sticks to your mouth and burns it.
Eschewing sloppy jam (why does it all seem to be like that these days?) for a bit of upmarket Bonne Maman, I was disappointed to find it too ran all over the place. Doesn't spoil the taste of course but I do like a neat bun.
I have some of my own jam from last year, but gooseberry buns may not have quite the same appeal on the whole. Though I may just try it next time, plenty of gooseberries this year, and no raspberries, so we may as well develop a taste for it!
