British Baking Part 12: All Roads Lead Back to...

Golf

When the view from your flat looks something like this

or magical, like this. It is hard not to be inspired to golf.

One can practice out front traditionally, that is with a golf ball and driver.

No club? No problem. Got a rake.

Practice swings with rake and mini-beach ball.Follow through looks good.

It can be a family affair with Mom even joining in.

If you're not a golfer (or if you are and aren't paying close enough attention), this and the following picture are pretty endearing. Nick had been watching some of the Scottish and British Open on TV, and was imitating what the golfers' legs look like on the follow through... but before he even hit the ball.

again...silly guy

One just might make this broom and car work on a rainy day

Yeah, I got this.

Adorable golfing cupcake.

Want to know how to create this baby? See below.

My husband salutes Thee

Proud Dad

And he should be

If you'd like to see how to create an awesome golfing cupcake for your dad or hubby, here's the how-to:

Take your cupcake. This one is pretty flat, goes up in the middle slightly, so I will use that for the "hill."

Place a small blob of buttercream in the middle and spread in a circular motion outwards.

Cupcake should have a thin layer of smooth buttercream on top.Then take your graham crackers, put them in a plastic freezer bag, and break them with your hands.

The majority of it should be pretty fine, but I left a few small chunks for the bunker.

Carefully make a little pile with your graham crackers on one side.

You will need an icing bag of some sort to pipe the grass and it will need a tiny hole.

After coloring some of your buttercream green, place it in the piping bag and start.I began at the sand line, and did row after row of grass, the closer the better to make nice thick grass, and so the white buttercream can't be seen under the grass.

There you go.

Take a tooth pick and cut a piece of rolled fruit to make the flag. Just wrap it around the toothpick, it is sticky so it will hold itself up there. Add a gumball or other white round candy for the golf ball. This is fondant, but it is not necessary.And there you have it.

 

British Baking, Part 1: Background- Why here?

British Baking

Part 1: Background story- Why here?

Here we are in the Northern Highlands of Scotland, in a small village called Brora. It is a wee place, with a mere population of about 1,550. It is a remote place, to say the least. To get here from Washington, DC requires a flight to Heathrow (London, England) followed by an hour taxi ride to Gatwick (which they claim is a suburb of London, but only is in the same way that Baltimore is a suburb of Washington, DC. Which is to say it isn't really). You then embark on another flight, duration 1hr., to Inverness, Scotland. In Inverness you must rent a car and proceed to drive north another hour and a half. And presto, you're there (!) I know what you are thinking: why God why? Read on.

It is taxing, especially with a young child in tow, but it is rewarding nevertheless. My husband and his family have been coming here, that's right, to Brora for some 13 years. They have been to St. Andrew's, Edinburgh, Glasgow, etc. and they elect to return to Brora every time, every year. I, myself, have been here 7 years (yes, I madly love my husband), and my son, all of two years old, has been here twice. To say that this place is close to our hearts is an understatement. And, to answer your question, no, they don't have family here. Please, they come to golf.

They discovered it by accident. The hotels in the near-by town, Dornoch, with its famous golf course (ranked as one of the world's top 20) , were completely booked so they were forced to reluctantly stay in the northern village of Brora. That set off a chain of events that couldn't be reversed. Hyperbole, I think not. My husband wants his ashes scattered into the wind from the 17th tee.

I rest my case.

The place in which we stay used to be a Best Western (yikes!) Years ago, it was razed and a row of five town-houses and a remarkably modern, two-story apartment building were erected in its stead. They are what we would call condos, but the locals call both the town-houses and the condos apartments. My in-laws stay in a townhouse and we in a condo. The two are situated atop a small hill, under which lies my husband's Paradise: Brora Golf Club, and the North Sea.

The day we arrived, I caught my husband gazing wistfully out of our living room window at the 17th green and I swear I saw his eyes well up.

My father-in-law and sweet little one are just as giddy to be here. My son's first words to me this morning when I plucked him from his crib were "More golfing, please. Mommy carry Nick downstairs."

There is reason to be excited to be here. First off, the weather, it's in the 60's and not a bug in sight 'til dusk. The beach, golf course, putting green, 3 hole par 3 course (tiny: think 40-60 yard holes) are a two minute walk from our place, as is a pool, gym, and spa (Whoot! Mom's happy. Put it this way, the spa owner, Kendra, is now a dear friend. It's true.)

We have been here for only a few days and the young one has played his first "round" of golf on said Par 3 with his grandfather using only his iron, even on the greens, thrilled about being able to launch the ball into the air. We have ventured to the toy store (twice), book store (twice), putting green (6 times!), to the beach, and to an open field in search of bunnies. We have seen two rainbows already, three actually, if you count the double rainbow as two different ones. The Little Prince dubbed them all "Nick's rainbows."

So, now you can clearly see why here. Year after year, we return to the land of rainbows, tartans, fairies, argyle, gnomes, black pudding, castles, and GOLF. Where husbands and little boys are alive again and where little American bakers become very confused and angry at times: Why do mincemeat pies contain not a scrap of meat? Are there really these many different types of sugar: caster, demerara, icing, fondant, muscovado, pickling, and a special kind for preserves, etc.? Golden syrup and treacle? Just different forms of sugar. Don't get me started on milk, creams, and cheese and the very blurry line between them. Sultanas vs. raisins, please explain the difference. And,...Oh, I'd better stop for now... you know our history here. We'll begin with the puddings soon.