Limoncello II

This is perfect reading for a dreary, cold Sunday in Stoke.

Being Britalian

Back in 2014 I posted my (then) favourite recipe for making home made limoncello. As the years have passed I’ve been re-educated by an Italian lady who’s family know how to throw together a good lunch with them all cooking up a storm and providing fabulous food.

There’s a few subtle changes to the previous recipe but the most obvious difference is that this recipe takes just 7 days rather than the 40 days for the previous Teramo recipe I was given.

The ingredients are:

5 or 6 large Italian unwaxed lemons or 10 average sized supermarket ones

1 litre of alcohol 95% proof

750g granulated sugar

1.25 litres water

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If you use the small supermarket lemons you’ll need around 10, but the large pale lemons that they sell here are the best as they have more oil in the peel.

You’ll need a large container with a lid in…

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Books, books and more books


Our house is overflowing with books. There are books in the living room, books in the dining room, in the hall, in the upstairs hall, in my office, in Mike’s office, in the guest bedroom and in the downstairs loo.

In fact the only rooms that don’t have shelves of books, most double banked, are the bathroom, upstairs loo and our bedroom. Though even here I have a pile of books, which I am in the process of reading, at the side of the bed.

I do read two, or sometimes even three, books at a time. The really intense, highly literary, or just plain scary I have to save for daylight hours. The lighter ones are for last thing at night. Then of course there are the books on more spiritual matters to be dipped into when needed.

This all might sound rather over the top, but for me books furnish a house. Without them  rooms are empty and echo.

They also have practical uses. The ones on the kitchen floor today are holding in place the newly stuck down carpet strip.

Now a Kindle can’t possibly do that.

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