The farmers’ markets for pastry and coffee with a new / old friend (by way of Iowa) and then back to bed to read. I just finished Margaret Drabble’s Jerusalem the Golden, on Sophie’s recommendation and it was 100% my bag. English, charming, layered and full of the kind of dialogue that makes my heart flutter. I told Jilly about it, and we got talking about all the old Virago books she used to go in for. Reading it felt like being back on the right path, felt like coming home to what I’ve always known and loved.
I of course had a nap, and found some time to make these, heavy on the nutmeg. Truth be told I got the butter conversion wrong, and they didn’t quite work, but I ate them anyway.