My grandmother was quite a good cook, especially of cakes and biscuits but oh the mess she would make. The kitchen would be covered in flour and anyone who ventured into the kitchen would probably get covered too. Batters would fly, spattering walls, bits of dough would fall to the floor and icing would dribbling down the fronts of cupboards. Pot and pans, spoons and spatulas, cake tins and beaters, dry goods and wet goods would be all spread over any horizontal surface. Not one item of plastic equipment was without a melt mark where it had been put on a not cooled down hotplate.
Half the problem were that she had worn the same spectacles for a couple of decades and she never liked to have the light on during the day.
'Mum, for goodness sake, turn the light on,' Mother would protest.
'No need to waste the electric,' came back the reply.
Now I rather wish Mother had picked up a few tips on economical living.
Her cupboards were a trove of unusual to us ingredients. In one cupboard was a jar of tiny silver balls, used for cake decorating. I don't think she ever used them as the amount always stayed the same. My brother and I used to get them out and play with them. Played what, I don't recall, but no doubt childhood imagination worked out something.
cachous. I don't know how to pronounce the word and it is unlikely I will ever need to know but I would guess it is rather like the nut variety, cashew. It is not their only name though. They are also called, dragées.