The sage is blooming again, doesn't happen every year, and of course partly sprawls right across the gate where it's likely to be beheaded if I forget and sweep open the gate from the other side.
And the lilac, from two doors away, the scent drifting into my bedroom this time of year. From this close, it's powerful. I get a lovely waft of it when I sit out to read and knit and stitch. Which I did yesterday.
Under a blanket. I was determined to have Tea Outside. Complete with nut tart, which was very good.
In the course of making those caramel nut tarts, a dangerous thought occurred to me. The caramel was just a stage short of toffee. You don't want it hard crack for baking.
But I thought, having mentioned Heath Bars, my favorite: I can make my own Heath Bars! This could be my undoing. They're just thin hard toffee in a chocolate covering. I can make that. I have a candy thermometer, even. Annnnnd, I can sprinkle sea salt over the covering before it hardens. I can add chocolate bits to the shopping list.
Longtime readers will remember when I made a batch of Pop Tarts. Really a pastry jam sandwich with water icing to decorate in lurid pink, a bit too much color there. They were wonderful, and I have refrained from making them again, not exactly a nutritional powerhouse.
Back to the Heath Bars. Rationalizing busily, I could make just a small batch, quite harmless, really, and I'm Worth It...watch this space.
