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jazzgirl

21st July 2015, 12:34
My husband was from Wales (and his mother had lots of little Welsh phrases which I loved0. There are lots of Thomas in his ancestry too!
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chrise

21st July 2015, 12:37
My Welsh grandmother (the one who thought that she could speak French as she could talk to the Breton onion-sellers) used to say "there's posh!"
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pigale

21st July 2015, 12:45
Welsh and Cornwall fishermen can talk quite happily with Breton fishermen in a dialect almost similar to both - but if you are not from Brittany area, you sure cannot understand a word !
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rusty

21st July 2015, 13:20
Apparently, Welsh cakes have a close relative in Northumberland, called a "singing hinny"!
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jazzgirl

21st July 2015, 13:25
...and in Scotland as "fatty cutties" !
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rusty

21st July 2015, 13:34
I think I prefer the sound of a singing hinny!
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jazzgirl

21st July 2015, 13:37
I agree. It is from the singing sound that it makes while sat on the griddle
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rusty

21st July 2015, 16:54
A coffee and a singing hinny.
Who needs ambrosia.
The Gods don't know what they are missing!
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pigale

21st July 2015, 17:36
And where do 'i' get singing hinny or Welsh cake from Rusty ? I'v never had one and I doubt that Amazon sells them ! (although you never know !)
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chrise

21st July 2015, 17:45
jazzgirl gave a link to a recipe, pigale. They aren't difficult to make, I think (though baking isn't a cookery skill I take an interest in).



I may have told this story before. Soon after we were married, we were staying with my aunt and uncle in Caerphilly. One morning we had (as always in Wales) cooked breakfast. We then drove up to the Rhondda to see my grandmother, stopping on the way for a picnic lunch. My grandmother then gave us lunch. In the afternoon, we went to see some great-aunts who lived nearby - they gave us tea, with Welsh cakes. Back to my grandmothers for high tea, with Welsh cakes, of course; then to another aunt, who gave us tea with Welsh cakes. The aunt and uncle we were staying with then took us in to Cardiff for dinner at a restaurant in the evening.

Deadly insult in Wales not to eat food provided. I don't think I've touched a Welsh cake since!
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