Monday, June 4, 2012

Betty in the National Parks, part 3


After Natural Bridges National Monument, we, along with Gemma and Ross (A Gem of a Girl), made our way to Canyonlands National Park.  It is a wild, rugged place.  The park is split into four districts, and we visited the Needles area and primarily the Island in the Sky area.  Most visitors to Canyonlands go hiking and backpacking, mountain biking, or four-wheeled driving.  My PRT and I took the older, flatlander tourist tour.  In other words, we drove the scenic drives and stopped at viewpoints.  We did do the shorter, easier hikes.  Gemma and Ross are posing at the Needles Overlook.  I wish you could have seen me.  The wind was blowing SO HARD.  I'm leaning against the guard fence, being whipped by sand, facing a 1600 foot sheer drop, holding my cap on with one hand.  The other hand has a death grip on poor Gemma and Ross.

Next we made our way to Arches NP!  I cannot express to you how beautiful it is at Arches.  I loved every second of our days there. We hiked and hiked, and I feel so lucky to have seen most of the famous arches.  Gemma and Ross are posing at Landscape Arch, the longest natural arch in the world.  The opening is longer than a football field!  It is very thin and ribbonlike, and I am so glad I got to see it before nature wears it away.  Already three slabs of rock have fallen from underneath since 1991.  Delicate Arch is so beautiful too.  It's just stunning country.  We lucked out and were at Arches during the solar eclipse.  Rangers set up several viewing spots and handed out solar viewers.


After leaving Arches and Utah, we made our way into Colorado.  We spent a day at Colorado National Monument.  More rocks, more canyons, but very pretty.  We did  the rim rock drive and stopped at the viewpoints.  We did get to watch (with binoculars) rock climbers on Independence Monument, which is 450 feet tall.  Gemma and Ross posed at what I believe is Cold Shivers Point.  I didn't write it down and can't remember for sure.


The Chain of Destiny--Reprise


I love the name Susannah Lightfoot but I'm less in love with this book in totality.  I never really feel like the hero and heroine get on the same page and all the rescuing feels unexciting rather then providing dramatic peaks.  So, I'm with Betty Debbie on this one.  It's just okay.  It won't be making it into my luggage for the Epic Van Voorhees Mountain States Road Trip.
Love and lardy cakes!
Betty Keira

It's a lot easier to write a review for a book that you loathe, than it is to write about one that is just "okay". So...apologies ahead of time. I find The Chain of Destiny to be inoffensive...Suzannah can pretty much give as good as she gets (which I like)...but she really doesn't get enough material to work with.

Suzannah Lightfoot, 22 year old redhead, has a part-time job as a house guide. She shepherds tour groups around Sir William's stately home as a way of staying close to her aunt and helping the household budget (after losing both parents in a motoring accident she has been living with the aunt). Don't get too attached to the aunt - she kicks the bucket fairly early on in the story. Suzannah meets our hero while house guiding...she thinks the large stranger is lost from a tour group and thus shoos him away from the private part of the house.

Auntie is not feeling quite the thing...which worries Suzannah. The pesky inoperable brain tumor that Auntie doesn't know she has, is finally taking it's toll. Gosh, where's a brain surgeon when you need one? Staying with the local doctor, that's where. Professor Guy Bowers-Bentinck turns out to be the handsome straggling stranger from the house tour...but even his awesome brain surgeon skills are to no avail when it comes to saving Auntie. Enter Phoebe. Niece to Sir William (he of the stately home). Besides having a go for the Professor, she also takes it upon herself to evict Suzannah and give her notice as to her job. That would make Suzannah a)homeless b) jobless c) alone in the world. Yep, Phoebe's a peach. Suzannah walks out of her interview with a face like skimmed milk. The Professor sees her and That Face starts popping up in his thoughts - with increasing regularity. For some reason, he feels compelled to help her.

And thus begins Professor Bowers-Bentinck's career as a one man temp agency. A temp agency devoted to finding gainful employment for Suzannah.

Job 1: Archiver
Sorting trunks of family papers for two old ladies...zzzzz...huh? The job is ideal for her, as it comes complete with pet-friendly flatlet. Did I mention she has a cat named Horace? Yes, Suzannah is one of "those" people. A pet person. The Prof. stops by occasionally to swap compliments with Suzannah.
Him: Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise.
Her: A surprise...I don't know about it being pleasant.
Him: How outspoken of you...I should be flattered you remember me.
Her: I'd be silly if I didn't - you're vast, you must know you're good-looking; and you're here to see your aunt.
Him: Such an abundance of compliments.
Her: They're not meant to be, just facts.
Of course, this job is just temporary...as soon as the trunks are sorted and cataloged, it's time for the Prof. to find another job for her. The next one is in...wait for it...Holland!

Job 2: Keeper
Julie van Dijl is a post-surgical patient of the Professor's. After having a spot of brain surgery she doesn't need a nurse, just a keeper. Prof. B-hyphenated-B sweetens the pot by inferring that Suzannah is reliable, dependable and "what is that other virtue? - sensible?"
Him: Sorry, I put that badly...I intended nothing personal.
Her(kindly): I don't expect you did, but you should be more careful when you are talking to girls like me.
Him: Huh??
Her: I'm no beauty, I've no money, no job and the future's a bit vague; I don't want to be reminded of any of those things...It was nice of you to offer me a job, but I can't take it.
Yeah, she turns him down. There's no way she can take a job in Holland! What would become of Horace the Cat? Prof. B-B will cat-sit, that's what. The job is just about what she expects - Julie is a spoiled rich girl who expects the world to fall at her feet. Julie is not deliberately mean to Suzannah or deliberately nice. All in all, it's a job. She does have one nice day. The professor takes Suzannah on the Tour de Holland. In his great socking Bentley. He tries to get Suzannah to tell him what her future plans are...SCREECH! That's the sound of Suzannah putting on the brakes. She's just fine, thank you. She has no need of the Professor Bowers-Bentinck Employment Agency! Guy (That's what I'm going to call him, deal), drives Sue (That's what I'm going to call her. Deal again) back to England, puts her up at his house and kisses her. Huh?? Time to disappear. Editors Note: Betty Keira would like to make much more of this particular "flight". She'd like to think that Suzannah was in love at this point, which was why she couldn't accept help from Guy. I'm not sold on that theory. Suzannah doesn't show any symptoms of love...yet. We could spend hours analyzing her motives...but let's not.

Job 3: Daycare Worker
Sue finds a subsistence wage job working at a day-care center. The job comes with a basement flatlet, so Horace can come with. Meanwhile Guy is annoyed at not knowing her whereabouts. And annoyed with himself for spending too much time thinking about her. The job is hard work - especially the post-holiday days wherein she spends a good deal of the day cleaning up puke. Nice. Guy spots our girl while she's out with the tykes...he tracks her down to the daycare so as to check up on her. I'm fine, just fine. No, I'm not lonely...I have Horace to keep me company. So Guy leaves and Sue decides that she kind of likes him - he's not all bad. Time for a little drama. The daycare catches fire and girlfriend is a bona fide heroine...rescuing a toddler and his teddy bear from fiery death. And Horace. Unfortunately she is injured in the process - her hand is burned. So are all her belongings...except Horace. Guy sees her in the hospital, swears quietly, uses his brain surgeon skills to bandage her hand and takes her back to his house. Don't worry, Cobb and Mrs. Cobb are there. Mrs. Cobb helps her bathe and tucks her up for the night. Guy drugs her 1am cocoa...so she can sleep again. Mrs. Cobb is pretty sure that the Professor is sweet on Suzannah, and Mrs. Cobb likes her. Which is a good thing, since Mrs. Cobb is the person who gets to buy Sue a new wardrobe (with instructions from the professor not to buy anything brown or grey). Sue is not happy to take the clothes - but Mrs. Cobb reminds her that she owns nothing. NOTHING. Not a stitch of her clothing made it through the fire, and she certainly can't leave "mother-naked" (thank you Betty). Guy sends Sue off to his aunts while she recuperates. They're happy to have her and she's happy enough to stay for a very short while...but Sue has a problem. She'd like to be able to get a job, but she doesn't have a two penny pieces to rub together - she can't afford to ride a bus, make a phone call, buy stamps, etc....Guy stops by and the first words out of her mouth are "Would you lend me a pound?"
I'd like a round of Dawning Realizations...
Guy invites Sue to visit his ancestral birthplace with him, she doesn't care what it's like, it could be a "two-up and two-down with no mod. cons." and she'd like it if he was there. Of course it's much fancier than that - it comes complete with wood carving over the fireplace and two old donkeys in the paddock. It's too bad Sue doesn't realize that an invite like this is tantamount to a public declaration of love in Neeldom. If she'd known that, she might not have allowed herself to be taken in by the lies, wicked lies, told by Phoebe, the big Phat Liar. Even though Phoebe hasn't made much of an appearance lately, she stops by and lies like a rug. According to her, she and Guy will be getting married soon, and they'd be happy to give Sue a job working for them in some menial capacity. Which leads to (after Horace ripping Phoebe's tights):

Job 4: Nanny
Sue just has to leave...and get far, far away. Her "flight" instinct is way stronger than "fight". She jumps temp. agencies and finds a job on the community message board. Horace is parked with an old friend and Sue heads off to the wilds of Yorkshire as a fill-in nanny for a family with three kids and a mother who is describes as "airy-fairy" *snort*. Guy tracks her down, and they kiss in the drizzling rain. The end.
Verdict: Suzannah is an okay heroine...sort of the archetype of the red-headed Neels orphan. In the rare scenes that she shares with Guy they have chemistry. Early on, Sue seems almost like a scientist cocking her head to the side as she observes a petri-dish...interested, but not emotionally involved. It's cute. I think the main problem is that there are far too few pages where the protagonists get to interact. Guy is an okay hero...but more than a bit two-dimensional. We do get glimpses of his growing interest...but the glimpses are just that - glimpses. I would have liked a few full on stares. I'm going to rate this somewhere between treacle tart and mince pies. On a side note, I would like to know what, if any, significance there is to the title "The Chain of Destiny". There are several other books out there with the same name and even a short story by Bram Stoker. Plus a quote by Winston Churchill...who was quite possibly quoting some other source. Help. Anyone?
Food: croissants, kas broodje, crumpets, smoked eel on toast, roast pheasant and red cabbage, paper thin pancakes with syrup, salmon in lobster sauce, caviar, cheese souffles, steak and kidney pudding, bread and butter pudding.
Fashion: fine green wool fabric for a skirt - which she HAND SEWS, very plain silk jersey dress in pewter grey, checked cotton blouse with plain dark skirt, Julie buys a gold-tissue dress with roses (can anyone picture this looking good?), blue-grey crepe with a discreet neckline, threadbare brown coat, passable gloves and handbag.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Betty in the National Parks, part 2


After Bryce Canyon, we made our way to Capitol Reef NP with Sadie and Oliver (A Girl to Love).  What a beautiful park!  It's full of gorgeous red rocks and canyons, but it has a historical aspect too.  A Mormon settlement called Fruita was established in the 1880s.  The settlers planted fruit orchards and built a school, which is still standing, in 1896.  There are over 3,000 fruit trees still growing and producing fruit.  The National Park Service maintains the orchards now.  I started to pose Sadie and Oliver with an apple pie I bought at the Gifford Homestead, but I thought one of the rock formations would be a better photo.


Next we spent an afternoon at Natural Bridges National Monument, which has three big bridges.  We did the scenic drive and stopped at the overlooks.  We did hike down to Owachomo Bridge.  Sadie and Oliver posed at the viewpoint on the way back up.




Saturday, June 2, 2012

Betty in the National Parks, Part 1

Here is the first entry for a chance to win a coveted item from The Betty Neels Collection!

This is the first of a 4 part series by Betty AnoninTX.  I plan to post one each day around noon. 
-Betty Debbie

Hello all!  This is Betty AnoninTX.  My PRT (poor retired teacher, as opposed to RDD) husband and I love national parks and monuments, and we plan our vacations around visiting the parks.  We love mountains and streams and waterfalls and snow and wildlife, such as you would find in Yellowstone.  So where did we go on this trip?  The deserts and canyons of Utah.  In 2008 Wall Arch in Arches National Park collapsed.  When I read that news release, I immediately knew we needed to go before another one was lost.  We finally made it!  Someone on the blog suggested I take Betty in the Wild photos.  Unfortunately I did not read that until *after* we left the Grand Canyon, but Betty did go there too for part of the day.  It wasn't really part of the vacation, but who could be near the Grand Canyon without at least stopping for a few hours? We had a great trip, and I hope you enjoy some of the photos.  I will say that I had a few strange looks.  I just smiled and said "it's for a book challenge" and posed anyway.


The first park Betty visited was Zion NP.  Julie and Simon (A Kiss for Julie) posed against the red rocks at the bottom of Checkerboard Mesa.  I wish I had taken them along to the Weeping Rock or to Lower Emerald Pool, for better pictures, but I forgot.  This was our second trip to Zion NP, and it is truly a stunning place.  We stayed in a cabin at Zion Lodge and loved it.


After we left Zion, we drove through Cedar Breaks National Monument.  It wasn't open for the season yet.  There was snow on the ground still, and it was extremely windy and cold.  I unfortunately left Julie and Simon in the truck when we walked to the viewpoint behind the visitor center, and they did not pose for a photo here.  Standing on a cliff, looking down at the hoodoos still covered a bit in snow, was quite amazing.


Speaking of hoodoos...  The third stop we made was Bryce Canyon NP.  I cannot express how incredibly beautiful this place is.  We stayed at the Lodge, and it was just yards to the edge of an amphitheater.  A hoodoo is a tall, skinny rock caused by erosion.  The colors range from oranges and reds to browns and white.  The amphitheaters full of the hoodoos are stunning.  Julie and Simon were as close to the edge as I dared to get because I am a big chicken.



Diamond Jubilee

Though somewhat peripheral to the world of Betty Neels, we here at The Uncrushable Jersey Dress, are raising a glass (an unspirited variety) to toast the 60 years of the reign of Queen Elizabeth II. 


She's a figure that reminds me of The Great Betty--they both evoke a period in which ladies got their hair 'set', carried around a handbag (How certain are we that the Queen's doesn't hold a handy pair of scissors or a pocket knife should her path cross with an abandoned dog or emergency Cesarean?), and didn't turn their lives into eternal Facebook status updates.  (Guilty!  I'm so so guilty!)


The novels of La Neels are anachronistic but, if I might steal a term from the code-monkey stylings of my Mijnheer van Voorhees, it's a feature not a bug.  So, I thought it might be interesting to take a look at how the Great Britain has marched forward (and backwards) during a reign of such consistency.  (I mean, if you find a hair style you like, just stick with it, I say.)

I popped over to The Daily Mail, known for its sober and measured assessments (ahem), and found a great (or colorful) series of articles on all things Jubilee.  As with everything connected to The Daily Mail, I'll leave you to wade gingerly through the muck...or bathe in it.  Whatever.  (Guilty! I'm so so guilty!)
Look for it...

How the United Kingdom has changed in the last 60 years


A Collection of some interesting photos (She's grinning at the Coronation!)

Queenly fashion over the years

Hours after her father's death

A Jubilee QUIZ!!


Anyway, it all makes me wonder: What would The Venerable Neels be doing right now?

Friday, June 1, 2012

Betty by the Numbers: Touring the Netherlands

Grab a suitcase, Betties, throw in a few tweeds and woolies, cram some wispy bits of lace into the corners, fold a pretty dress over the top – jersey, perhaps – and toss in a pair of wooden clogs.  We’re going to the Netherlands!




Why the Netherlands?  For the flowers, and the oil paintings, and the canals and windmills, and the excellence of Dutch designers in fashion and many other fields, the rich and continuing history of commercial and political risk-taking and problem-solving (and messing up badly at times; always an educational experience), the pancakes and chocolates and french fries with mayo.  Plus, 60% of Betty’s books offer tourist tips for Netherlands to at least some degree.  That’s 81 of 135, and doesn’t include the ones where heroines like Georgina Rodman or Henrietta Brodie, just as for-instances, visited or even lived in the country, but without getting driven through the Veluwe in a socking great Bentley, and amiably comparing it to the New Forest of England, or at least poking her pretty nose into the Rijksmuseum.  (Essentially, not offering any suggestions a visitor might follow; perhaps even, as in Henrietta’s case, living in a fictional village.)

And where shall we go while we’re there?  Well, 46 of us – that’s 57% of our Netherlands tourists – will visit small and out-of-the-way places, best characterized as “other.”  This might include Medemblik, which Adelaide Peters enjoyed in Sister Peters in Amsterdam (1969).  Or Soestdijk, which received a visit from Sarah Ann Dunn in Fate is Remarkable (1970) and another from Araminta Pomfrey in Nanny by Chance (1998).  Both Claribel Brown and Sophie Blount (The Course of True Love, 1988 and The Awakened Heart, 1993) make it to Hindeloopen.  They are probably all well worth a visit, though Betty gives them relatively short shrift.  This is how The Rough Guide to Holland, updated second edition, describes Medemblik:  “one of the most ancient towns in Holland, a seat of pagan kings until the seventh century, though there’s not a great deal to entice you here nowadays, unless you’re madly into yachts.”  Hindeloopen, “its primness extreme even by Dutch standards,” used to have a tradition of using colorful, ornate dress, including headgear, to distinguish the wearers by demographic group, but that and the town’s traditional vibrantly-painted furniture are apparently no longer in evidence.  Soestdijk doesn’t get a mention in the Guide.  The guide’s loss, no doubt.









This seems to be a wedding in Hindeloopen.









And this is most certainly a boat race of some type in Medemblik.




Moving along to the bigger cities – actually, the biggest city – 22, or 16%, of Betty’s heroines tour Amsterdam (that’s 27% of those who sightsee in the Netherlands).  The Rijksmuseum, Dam Square and the palace all get onto various itineraries, but it’s the canal tours, by boat, with commentary in multiple languages, that win the highest praise the most often.  The UK’s Automobile Association, in its City Pack Amsterdam Map & Guide (third edition, 2002), picks the Vondelpark, the Stedelijk Museum and the Van Gogh Museum as the top three in its top-25 sights.  I don’t recall any nurses making it to the park, though there’s at least one doctor who takes his dogs there; the Stedelijk is full of modern art, anathema to our heroines; and one queries whether Betty would even have wished to acknowledge the existence, even if thoroughly former, of a nutcase like Van Gogh.  (Do make time for both museums if you can, though – Van Gogh’s evolution from potato-eaters to sunflowers in a very few years is amazing, and the Stedelijk will catch you up with contemporary Dutch artists, as well as offering Impressionists, Picasso and Chagall.)

Rembrandt at the Rijksmuseum















Van Gogh at his own museum; an early work and one painted shortly before his death; the first is 1885 and the second 1890 – that’s not a long period of time for so dramatic a leap in style.


The next most-popular sightseeing stop in Neels-land Netherlands is Leiden, “a university town par excellence,” according to the Rough Guide.  It’s entirely reasonable that 14 of our heroines peer about its canals and museums – that’s 17% of our visitors to the country – since that university includes an ancient and honorable medical school.  Incidentally, the university was a gift to the city from William the Silent after Leiden endured besiegement by the Spanish in 1573-1574.  The city’s liberation by William the S., who snuck a navy in through the dykes around the town (I just report this stuff; I don’t understand it), is celebrated annually with fireworks, herring, as delivered by William’s fleet, and a vegetable stew called hutspot, which the Spaniards allegedly left cooking over their campfires as they retreated.

They say it’s Leiden, but really it could be almost any Dutch city.

Eleven of our heroines take time to look around Den Haag, with its Mauritshuis art museum featuring Low Country paintings for the 15th-18th centuries, and the beach at the famously-unpronounceable Scheveningen.  Three visit Scheveningen without taking time for Den Haag.  On a side note, I recently dined with a Dutch friend and four American friends.  We got some fun out of having Michiel say, “Scheveningen” for us, and trying to imitate him.  Then we had to way over-tip the waiter, who seemed to be at least disconcerted and possibly alarmed by our hissing, spitting and glottal-stopping.

Why do you let me ramble on this way?  Surely more important to know that nine Neels-nurses and non-nurses tour Alkmaar, and another nine Delft.  Not technically “another” nine, since there’s overlap, but that’s 11% of the Netherlands tourists for each city.  I am surprised.  I feel like I’ve read about Alkmaar so often in Betty’s books that I could draw a picture of the cheese-weighing ceremony, if I could draw at all.  But I can’t. 


The color of their hats indicates to which company of the cheese-porters’ guild they belong.


Alkmaar also has both cheese and beer museums, which could make a pleasant afternoon for any tourist whose imbibing isn’t limited to sherry, wine and the occasional petrol-flavored cocktail.  The Fateful Bargain (1989) is your best bet for more-detailed ideas on Delft; Emily tours its sites several times, with and without Sebastian.


Groningen and Utrecht, one north and one south, also get nine tourists each.  Leeuwarden, near Groningen, gets six (8%), while Franeker and Dokkum, both near Leeuwarden, get four (5%) each – as does Apeldoorn, near Utrecht.  Leeuwarden, Franeker and Dokkum are all in Friesland; Groningen the town historically was, but technically now is part of Groningen the province, bordering Friesland province.

The Veluwe and the River Vecht, both areas rather than towns or cities, have four and three Neels heroines, respectively, pausing long enough to reflect, at least glancingly, on those pastoral landscapes.  Sneek (in Friesland) gets three, or 4%, and no other town gets more than two.  Unless I’ve miscounted or missed something, and I hope you all know how very real a possibility that is.  Rotterdam, which I believe is the second-largest city in the Netherlands, gets only one tourist, in the well-built person of Alexandra Dobbs of Cobweb Morning (1975), who is not impressed by what she sees.  Given the city got bombed by both Axis and Allied powers in WWII, it seems to me a bit sniffy and ungrateful to expect it to exhibit the beauty and grace of lesser ports, which didn’t warrant quite such severe destruction.  Incidentally, Tabitha van Beek doubtless gets a gander at Rotterdam at some point, as her husband, Marius, has a home there.  I’m guessing she prefers his place in Veere, which offers more scope for pottering about wearing nothing but oil-stained shorts.  You know what I’m saying...

Sadly modern Rotterdam, land of the frightening traffic – just there to be gotten through, according to Eulalia Euphemia.  Betty Debbie may tell us just how long she lingered before grabbing the train north...


Now in production:  BbtN: Touring Other Countries.  Try to guess which countries rank #2 and #3 on the list.

Cooking with Betty Anonymous

Another  great email from Betty Anonymous!  Special thanks to Ruth from The Pink Whisk for allowing us to share her recipe (I think this sounds perfect for celebrating the Queen's Jubilee this weekend!).

Dear Betty Debbie,

A while ago, I looked up recipes for teacakes, since they are mentioned and consumed so often in the Neels canon. I found this lovely recipe and thought I’d share it with you. So I wrote an email to the author, Ruth Clemens, to ask if it was ok for me to 'print' it in a post for our blog, linking it back to her website. Today, I found her answer in my inbox.

Thanks for your email,  yes I am happy for you to use the tea cakes recipe linking it back to The Pink Whisk

Many thanks,
Ruth

Now, isn’t that nice of her? So, could you please post it for me, if and when you have the time?
Thank you.

Betty Anonymous
 
Teacakes 

'How about a pot of tea, buttered teacakes and jam? I like jam. 'Eugenia said wistfully, temper for the moment forgotten: 'I used to make jam with Mother. We had a big garden – red currants and plums and gooseberries and strawberries and ...
Heidelberg Wedding, 1984
 
They were on the A303 by now, going fast through an early dusk, but as a roadside service station came into sight he slowed.
    'Tea, don’t you think? We still have quite a way to go.'
    Over tea and toasted teacakes she asked him anxiously,
'You don’t have to drive back this evening, do you? And won’t you be too late for the evening ferry? I didn’t think – I’m sorry I’ve made things so difficult for you.'
    'Not at all. I’m staying at Salcombe until you’ve got things settled as you want them.'
Emma’s Wedding, 2001, page 112 (of 192)

She saw a Happy Eater as they approached the city but Sir James didn’t stop; they were on the other side of Exeter, halfway to Honiton when he stopped outside a hotel by the side of the road.
    'Tea?' He sounded friendly. 'Go on in while I see to Bellum.'
    He opened the door for her and then bent to put a lead on Bellum and she went inside. It was pleasantly warm with a bright fire and comfortable chairs roung small tables. First, though, the Ladies’ – plenty of hot water and large mirrors and time to see her face. Her hair looked awful too. She did the best she could and went back to find him already at a table with Bellum sitting on his feet. He got up and pulled out a chair, offering it to her, and Bellum arranged himself between them.
    'Oh, I ordered – you don’t mind? Tea, toasted teacakes and a dish of pastries.' They didn't linger over the meal and Deborah, her head full of questions, forbore from asking them because she sensed that he had no time to waste. He drove on, keeping to the A303 until he ...
Waiting for Deborah, 1994, page 92 (of 192)

He took her to the University Arms and gave her teacakes, hot and dripping with butter, and then ticked off the items she had bought. 'Raincoat?' he wanted to know. 'Wellington boots— for when you come with me on my rounds and we have to walk through muddy farmyards...'
    Phoebe went delicately pink. 'Oh, may I come with you sometimes? I’ll like that.'
A Summer Idyll, 1984, page 66 (of 192)

Crisp was waiting for them with tea and toasted teacakes, and presently Franny took Auntie to the room she was to call her own until such time as she decided to have her own home again. Franny settled her on her bed for a nap, ...
The Fortunes of Francesca, 1997, page 190 (of 256)

At Burford he stopped for tea at a hotel in its steep main street, a warm and cosy place where they sat in a pleasant room by the fire and ate toasted teacakes oozing butter and drank the finest Assam tea. 'This is bliss,' said Eulalia, mopping a buttery mouth. She smiled at him across the little table. 'I've had a heavenly day. Now we have to go back, don't we?' 'I'm afraid so. I'll settle up and see you at the car.'...
Dearest Eulalia (Mistletoe Miracles), 2000, page 26 (of 378)


Homemade Teacakes
 Homemade Teacakes

Homemade Teacakes – none of this shout ‘whip’ if you find a piece of fruit, lovely toasted slathering with butter is of course essential!
Makes 8 Teacakes
Ingredients:
500g strong white bread flour
2 tbsps caster sugar
1 tsp salt
2 tsps dried yeast or 1 sachet of fast action yeast
330 ml milk, lukewarm
130g sultanas
20g butter, melted for glazing
The dough can be made by hand (muscles at the ready), on the dough setting in a breadmaker or with a stand mixer – my method of choice, I’m a weakling or a lazy lump take your pick!
Add the flour, sugar, salt and dry yeast to the bowl of the mixer.
 

Measure out the milk and warm gently either in the microwave or in a pan.  It should be lukewarm – the warmth gets the yeast going straight away.  Now before you add it to the mixture check the measurement.  A key part of making sure a dough is not too tough or too sticky is measuring the liquid content correctly.  When I do this double check I often find the milk has either magically evaporated slightly or has multiplied in volume, nothing at all to do with measuring incorrectly you understand?!
 

So, add the right amount of milk, 330ml, to the dry mixture.
 

Turn the machine on, to medium speed and let it knead the mixture for you for five minutes. After five minutes turn it off and let it rest five minutes, then back on for another five.  Watch out the mixer can’t go jumping off the counter, keep your eye on it, set your mixer up on the floor, at least there it can walk without leaping from a height
If you’re being good and doing it by hand bring the dough together and knead for ten whole minutes, set the timer or you’ll cheat.  Don’t add any extra flour to your worksurface, it will make the dough tougher.  It might be a little sticky to begin with but will soon come together and be manageable for you.
 

After kneading the dough should be nice and smooth.  Lightly oil a bowl with a little veg/sunflower oil.  Add the ball of dough and turn to coat it.  Don’t use a bowl that’s too big and roomy a 2litre pudding bowl is just right – then the dough is nice and snug and will fill the bowl once it has doubled in size.
 

Cover it with clingfilm and put it somewhere warm, for me it has to be the airing cupboard but maybe your husband isn’t as mean with the heating!
After an hour to an hour and half the dough will have doubled in size.
 

Tip it out onto your worksurface and knock it back, punching the air out of it gently with your fists.
 

Spread the dough out into a rough flat shape and add the sultanas.
 

Gather the dough up around the fruit sealing it inside,  now you need to the knead the dough to incorporate the sultanas and distribute them evenly.  They’ll try and jump out, just keep posting them back in and eventually you’ll will the fight.
 

Split the dough into 8 equal sized pieces, if you’re measuring they should weigh about 125g each, but doing it by eye will add to their homemade charm.
 

Form each piece into a round ball, place your hand over the ball like a cage with your fingertips touching the surface, move your hand in a circular motion keeping the tips of your fingers touching the worktop.  That should turn them into neat rolls for you.


Prepare a baking tray by greasing well, lining with baking paper or bake-o-glide.
Line up the teacakes in two rows.
 

 Cover them with a clean tea towel and leave them to rise again for half an hour or so until puffy and doubled in size.
 

Preheat the oven to 180c (Fan)/200c/Gas Mark 5.
Once the teacakes are risen nicely bake them in the oven for 10 minutes.
 

Melt the butter and after the ten minutes take the teacakes from the oven and brush liberally all over with the butter.
 

Return to the oven for a further ten minutes to finish baking.
 

Remove from the oven and allow to cool for a couple of minutes on the tray before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.
Homemade teacakes are best eaten within a day or two of baking, they can be frozen as soon as they have cooled if you don’t have a hoard of hungry gannets waiting for them to be toasted and served!
 Homemade Teacakes