Winter nights have drawn in, darkness throws a blanket on another Welsh town. Bitter winds moan outside the small terraced houses. Glowing red hot coals burn on the open fire. Small pieces of wood, crackle and hiss within the colourful flames. An uncut loaf waits upon the old small blue table, inside the quaint backroom. To feed the elderly and the young awaiting child. A thick black metal plate, hovers on the stove - outside the makeshift kitchen. It’s roof of coragated sheets sheltering a family’s basic needs. The creamy sweet consistancy of usual ingrediants: flour, butter, sugar and currents
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| - Winter nights have drawn in, darkness throws a blanket on another Welsh town. Bitter winds moan outside the small terraced houses. Glowing red hot coals burn on the open fire. Small pieces of wood, crackle and hiss within the colourful flames. An uncut loaf waits upon the old small blue table, inside the quaint backroom. To feed the elderly and the young awaiting child. A thick black metal plate, hovers on the stove - outside the makeshift kitchen. It’s roof of coragated sheets sheltering a family’s basic needs. The creamy sweet consistancy of usual ingrediants: flour, butter, sugar and currents
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| - Winter nights have drawn in, darkness throws a blanket on another Welsh town. Bitter winds moan outside the small terraced houses. Glowing red hot coals burn on the open fire. Small pieces of wood, crackle and hiss within the colourful flames. An uncut loaf waits upon the old small blue table, inside the quaint backroom. To feed the elderly and the young awaiting child. A thick black metal plate, hovers on the stove - outside the makeshift kitchen. It’s roof of coragated sheets sheltering a family’s basic needs. The creamy sweet consistancy of usual ingrediants: flour, butter, sugar and currents cling to the bowl. Leftovers ooze onto a small finger to be eaten. Cake mixture cooks slowly to mouth-watering perfection, in rough circle shapes, the aroma floating through rooms of an ex-miners home. Doorsteps -thick wedges of bread are cut generously, spread unevenly with lots of golden butter. Accompanying them are freshly cooked Bakestones (Welshcakes).
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