We had our first roast since early summer yesterday. I invited my aunt, well she's more like a sister as she's only four years older than me. Mark loves to cook and did a gorgeous slow cooked pork with crispy crackling and we followed it with homemade blackberry and apple crumble.

We went our early morning to walk the dogs and found some nice juicy blackberries. It looked as though someone had been there before us, as they were a bit thin on the ground.  When we got back, I decided to check one of my favourite cookbooks to see if there were any other blackberry and apple recipes that might make a change from crumble.  You see, this is one of my problems, I make up my mind only to change it again...I know, so fickle!

I can't even remember where this book came from, probably a box of auction items, but I love it. The recipes are the sort my Grandmother would have cooked and there are plenty of regional recipes with lovely names like Bacon Floddies,  Kentish Huffkins and Sussex Churdles.  I say, anyone for Chinchilla Cake? Or perhaps a slice of 'How d'you do Cake'. Wonderful! 

As it turned out, the only other recipe was a blackberry and apple fool, which Mr. would definitely not eat. As he was cooking the main, it seemed churlish not to cook one of his favourite puds.