Easter weekend.

And that was Easter weekend, seemed to go by just like any other weekend except for the hot cross buns and mini creme eggs that we ate today.  Last year I made hot cross buns - nice buns, shame about the cross as it was chewy and I can't remember which recipe I used so don't know what was wrong.  But this year some friends were coming over to their Yator house and asked if we wanted anything.......back in January I said if they saw Xmas cards in the January sales I'd have some, then a couple of weeks back they asked again so  then we said if you have room in a bag,  some hot cross buns would be much appreciated......when they came up yesterday they not only bought the cards and the buns but also some mini creme eggs, a bar of fruit and nut chocolate, fluffy pink and white socks for me for cold winter evenings and a packet of kohlrabi seeds - an extra gift from his parents.  Plus the largest, fattest loaf of bread I've seen in a long time.  We used that as part of the afternoon tapas, added blue cheese, membrillo (quince jelly), olives in garlic oil,  surprisingly enough the lemon, orange and chilli marmalade which had come out to be tasted also got eaten with the blue cheese. In a small bar in Granada we have had blue cheese with honey as a tapas so we tried that yesterday as well, messy and gooey but tasty. 

Saturday night is now our curry night and I'd made lots on bahjis for the freezer a few weeks ago.  So later on we cooked some of the onion bahjis I'd made and had them with spicy quince chutney and lime pickle, and more of the marmalade.  It all went together surprisingly well.  And we still have some bread left even though there were five of us eating.

After they'd left for the second time - difficult to get in your house when you leave your bag and keys in someones house! - we went out to talk to our neighbour Miguel who'd come up in the afternoon.  We'd heard him strimming - yes, again.   There doesn't seem much to strim, everything is down  to ground level but a few plants have dared to pop up some green shoots so off came their heads.  When we went out he was attempting  to cut down a peach tree that has finally given up on life.   Since Manolo died 6 years ago, the fruit trees have been neglected and each year there are less surviving.  Someone had lent Miguel a chainsaw, I don't think it was much of a friend because he'd have been better off using a bread knife.  Blunt doesn't describe it.  It wouldn't cut through a rotten dead branch, he was trying to saw with it which didn't help, it was big and heavy and just not working.  John  took pity on him and got our chainsaw out - 10 minutes all the tree was down and logged.  My role in this was to ask Miguel if he wanted the wood and if not could we take it for firewood?  No he didn't and yes we could.  So that was a welcome addition to next years log pile.