tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361211617254101149.post1155350179295025722..comments2013-05-10T08:50:35.679-07:00Comments on Fossilologists Abroad: A little taste of almost homeJoe and/or Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878334304625015880noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361211617254101149.post-6516999286186036282012-03-10T07:17:05.209-08:002012-03-10T07:17:05.209-08:00I've lived in Wales, eaten Welsh Rabbit (yes, ...I've lived in Wales, eaten Welsh Rabbit (yes, yes, I *know*) and even visited there on another occasion - but never eaten Welshcakes. So your Nanjing version would certainly have fooled me easily! ;)<br /><br />The lack of baking powder "because no-one has an oven" made me laugh... cultural differences you just don't think about ahead of time I guess!Richard Wintlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644765072275026087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361211617254101149.post-84306526684460794152012-03-07T11:03:06.512-08:002012-03-07T11:03:06.512-08:00My grandad was welsh and his mother held the famil...My grandad was welsh and his mother held the family welsh cake recipe. She refused to give it to my mum (who is english), every time she'd 'forget' an ingredient until mum pieced it together. I've inherited the bake stone my great grandma gave to my grandad, it makes great welsh cakes although I'm not sure she'd approve of me using it on the BBQ!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942324235883323270noreply@blogger.com