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Oh shops and stalls and stores of Newcastle, how you must have missed me...

I came home (early and fidgety, abandoning the morning's work unsatisfied, needing a better sense of what in the world I was doing) my usual way, via the market and the discount store and the department stores of my heart. And in the market I discovered the last of the Seville oranges, way later than I would have thought to find them: we can haz more marmalade! I foresee a weekend of going gloop-gloop-gloop, when I really ought to be working.

And then I bought a book. Shock, horror. But seriously: I am horribly shocked. It is a lovely baking book, a prizewinner, a deeply attractive object. I read it as I walked along. It has a recipe for lardy cake, which was a treat of my childhood and one I am eager to recover ([livejournal.com profile] jemck makes the only adult version I've encountered). So I ran my eye down the page - and shriek, pallor, trembling! She uses butter. Instead of lard. In lardy cake...

I almost turned straight around to take it back, this book. Didn't, for I don't do that sort of thing: but still. Almost. If I'd seen that when I was browsing, I'd have put it down on the shelf and never touched it more. What was she thinking?
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