RecipeMuncher

Fruited teacakes, not the marshmallow-y Tunnocks variety, always remind me of home. My Grandma always had teacakes in the house, and she was very pernickety about them, they had to be bought from the post office at the end of her street and they had to be that mornings batch, she didn’t want them to have sat around. We would slice them open, toast them on the open fire, smear them with butter (always salted in my Granny’s house) then we would ‘write’ our names on then by (...)