Blackberry Crumble

We can't thank the previous owners of this house for much. Not the leaky shower, not the glued down floorboards and not the naff built in shelving. Nor will I thank them for the other multitude of bad DIY jobs every which way we turn. But one thing I am grateful to them for is the blackberry bush they planted in the back garden. Every year it gives us a bumper crop, and this year was no exception. At the weekend, Jack and I picked a huge bowl full of berries. Our fancy new breadmaker makes jam and compote, and I can't bare to look at another jar of the stuff, so I thought for a nice change from jam, and a fun weekend activity for mister, we could make a simple blackberry crumble.

I'm not wild into baking or anything. It's not something I would usually do for enjoyment, but Jack seemed to really like the experience, so I'll definitely be baking with him more often. (Although another inheritance of the previous tenants is the dodgy oven, which makes baking that much more of a hassle! Sigh!) My husband entered the kitchen at one stage and asked if everyone was okay. "Umm, yes? Why?" I asked, furrow-browed and totally confused. "I was just wondering if either of you were hurt in the MASSIVE EXPLOSION that has happened in here!" Haha. I guess we did make a bit of a mess!

We took our crumble to Granny and Grampa's house. Jack was proud to tell them he made it. And I was proud of him. I only measured the ingredients out - he genuinely made it! Clever wee Melvin! With some fresh cream and/or ice-cream it was dee-lish. A lovely weekend activity for tiny and I.
Hope you're all having a great week! So long for now gang!