I realise I might be contraversial here, but as I've been exploring various other aspects of my life that don't make a lot of sense, and this has today come up in our household, I thought it an opportuntune moment to run it past you, for your thoughts. Mrs modelmaker's brother and his family are coming this weekend to vist us, and this I am delighted to say has inspired her to get off her backside and do some cooking, for a change. I shalnt stand in her way, of course. She's decided to set herself the tasks of making a trifle for desert, and a cake for tea, and reached for the Dairy Book of Home Cookery for instructions. Presented with the list of ingredients she wanted for me to order for these along with the rest of our groceries, and the myriad of other things she apparently needs, found myself asking what's this for as I watched the total rising beyond affordability. "What's this cocao powder for? We never drink cocao..." I asked. "It's for the chocolate cake I'm making." She answered. "Sweety-tart, I replied, have you forgotten that time we had a French student stay with us who you said cooked the best chocolate cake you'd ever tasted? We watched him do it and bought the ingredients he'd asked for. From memory, it was half a dozen eggs, flour, sugar and a couple of bars of good black chocolate. Also I think, some cream. It was sublime. Why are you asking for cocao powder and sponge fingers, and all this other ****? And then I realised I was standing in her way, so I ordered them. I'm kicking myself from two corners. One for not standing my ground and the other for being insensitive to her desire to bake a cake from a recipe she'd feel comfortable with. Would I be wrong to start our next bonfire with this outdated book, should I sell it on ebay if they have a section on how we used to live, or should I keep it as a treasure for my grandchildrem?