Saturday, 10 June 2017

A new routine: Number 11 in Uffculme.

So, hello!



There's been 'a bit' of a gap since posting last year. I have been busy enjoying food although not creating much of it. Instead I have been growing a little human! My heroic husband has been doing most of the cooking for some time and I have been eating and eating.

One of the places I have been eating in is this lovely fairly brand new cafe in the village where I grew up, Uffculme in Devon. I started driving over to Uffculme every Friday morning a few weeks ago to take the little chappie to a baby group run by my dear friend Claire.

One day I came over to the café afterwards as it's just two doors up from the baby group off the village Square. Elevenses are very important when you're breastfeeding (as are nineses, tenses, threeses and fiveses!) and Number 11 has all manner of wonderful, delicious bites to keep me coming back. Which I do. Every week. I'm here now, typing with the dear boy asleep on my lap, he having had his fill of milk and me having had my fill of my usual sausage bap with red onion marmalade. I indulged today with an extra treat, a piece of their homemade apricot slice with crumble topping, all washed down with a mug of good tea.





The slice was really enjoyable, a lovely mixture of textures, chewy and crumbly, with the tang of apricot perfectly balanced by the buttery shortbready base and oaty topping. Seriously good stuff. Just as scrummy as their flapjack and teacakes, which are all made by the lovely Kim who cooks everything here herself (including the baps for the bacon rolls) while Ian runs the front of house.

It's a cute little place with a cosy bright atmosphere right at the heart of the village. I love to sit in the tub chairs in front of the large window and watch people pootling by. It's just what the village needed, a central, social meeting place to sit and eat and chat in.

Ian and his wife Penny took the building on back in 2016, refurbished and launched the business early this year.

The locals have embraced the café and it's always coming up with fresh recipes. Today I smiled at Kim's election cakes and listened as she pondered what to call her new lunch, a savoury bake made with rolled up pancakes. I'd have pounced on it but I'm already too full. For now.