It’s that wonderful time of the year when all things yummy and scrummy are officially allowed to be eaten! As if mince pies, gingerbread men, Christmas pudding and stockings full of chocolate weren’t enough Lizzie’s only gone and come up with something so super scrummy that your December menu simply won’t be complete until they’ve been baked up and munched upon!
Lanhydrock Hotel proudly presents yet another of Lizzies tasty treat creations. Available daily in the Nineteen Bistro & Bar, strategically placed temptingly at hand height on the bar where you order your freshly brewed coffee.
Christmassy Cranberry & Clementine Blondies Recipe
300g White Chocolate chopped up into chunks
175g Unsalted Butter cut into cubes
300g Caster Sugar
4 Large Eggs
225g Plain Flour
100g Dried Cranberries
Zest of 2 Clementine’s
- Preheat the oven to 200c (400f / Gas 6). Line a 22 x 30cm rectangular tin with parchment paper.
- Melt the white chocolate and butter together stirring occasionally until smooth. Leave to cool for apx 20 minutes
- Mix the sugar into melted chocolate mixture (it may become thick and grainy but the eggs will loosen it so don’t worry). Using a balloon whisk, stir in the eggs one at a time, making sure each is well mixed in before you add another
- Sift in the flour, fold it in and then stir in the zest and the cranberries.
- Pour the mixture into the tin and gently spread out.
- Bake for 25mins, or until firm to touch but still soft underneath (like ‘Brownie’ mixture). Leave to cool completely then cut up as big as you like.
-- Did you know that ‘STRESSED’ is just ‘DESSERTS’ written backwards --
Christmas Fun from Lanhydrock Hotel & Golf Club
Q: Why was Santa’s little helper depressed?
A: Because he had low elf esteem
Q: What’s an ig?
A: An eskimo’s home without a loo!
Q: What’s the most popular wine at Christmas?
A: “Do I have to eat my Brussel sprouts?”
A Little Christmas Tipple…….
Come Christmas day
I will be full of Christmas spirit
Buck fizz with my breakfast
Is only the start of it
Then a sherry with the vicar
After the candles have been lit
And aperitif before lunch
Maybe Vodka or a Gin and it
Wine with every course
Brandy when the pudding is lit
Liqueur with coffee
Then more brandy as we sit
Then when the day is over
I whish shoe a ferry Hacky Fhrismit
A Christmas Poem sent to you by Lanhydrock Hotel & Golf Club
Back in October a Christmas wish I made.
A brand new set of golf clubs before next year I played.
Then on Christmas morn, with my eyes I spied
An oblong box under the tree, with ribbon wrapped and tied.
I looked out the window and saw the ice and snow.
But in my heart I knew, a golfing I would go.
Now I'd need some special gear to play in these conditions.
So I loaded up my golf bag to start a new tradition.
A broom to sweep the greens and a hammer for the tees
And different colored balls for white I wouldn't see.
Arriving at the course, the ground was glistening white.
I wouldn't have to wait, a tee time was no plight.
I swept away a pile of snow and pounded in a tee.
Placed a colored ball atop it and swung away with glee.
My ball went soaring down the fairway and landed with a flop
Into a two foot snow drift (unplayable), take a drop.
My next shot went into the sand, a shot to truly dread.
Then all at once I spotted him, a man all dressed in red.
As I'm lining up my shot, it's Santa Claus I think,
When my ball flew in the hole, He looked at me and winked.
I knew these clubs were going to work, I'd just made a par.
Let's play one hole together before heading for your car.
To believe in Santa at sixteen, you might think it queer,
But it isn't very often you get to see reindeer.
A long par par three lay next, as we walked upon the tee.
There was no flag to aim for and the green I couldn't see
Don't worry said the man in red, I know what lies ahead.
Use your trusty five iron and aim it for my sled.
I'd like to thank you for these clubs, I wasn't sure that I would get.
He said your welcome son, but Christmas isn't over yet
I kept my head nice and still checked my stance and grip.
"Nice shot" said the bearded one, it's hanging on the lip.
It seems a shame, he must be blind, there's no ball upon the green
And I was disappointed because I'll stuck it crisp and clean
And now you know my story and know one would believe.
How I made my first hole in one with Santa there to see.
Written by Lanhydrock Hotel and Golf Club