I can't believe this is the 13th instalment of EoMEoTE - and it's getting more challenging by the minute. I start typing this, having no clue what nursery rhyme I will be finishing off with, but I am feeling the pressure - of course, I want to participate, I have made something especially for this event and in 6 hours, I am getting up to fly to Frankfurt (although I am not sure I'll make it into bed at all, given that I have many skills, but poetry is not one of them ;-)
I decided to make a bread and butter pudding for this month's event - eggs, bread... brief met. Also, after my bad experience at the "F-Word", I wanted to prove that I could easily do a better one. And here is my version - based very losely on Gordon Ramsay's recipe in "Secrets", and enhanced by what my Mum used to put in our Austrian equivalent, the "Scheiterhaufen" - apples.
And after much trials and tribulations, here's the nursery rhyme.
Oranges and lemons
"Oranges and lemons" say the bells of St. Clement's
"No - I'd rather have sweets", say the bells of Cadiz
"What would you like?" say the bells of St. Mike
"Bread and butter" say the bells of Calcutta
"With apples and prune?" say the bells of Carthum
"Oh certainly" say the great bells of Dundee
"There's no better way"
say's Gordon Ramsay,
you shall never have it any other way"
If I was paid by someone for writing this blog, this would be my tumbstone. Have me fired. Right now!