Ladies and Gentlemen: I introduce to you.....Morris Minor.

The Lyons family has a classic (practically mint condition) 1968 Morris Minor Traveler. After Tom got Morris all warmed up, we went for a drive around the coast and visited Robin Hood Bay, where Captain Thomas Cook, the great sea voyager, grew up.

For a serious sweet tooth: Raspberry Trifle

Anyone who has ever been over ours for dinner could only expect one thing for dessert.

My raspberry trifle (or rather my mother-in-law's) has always been a great success (knock knock knock on wood). The Yorkshire countryside has inspired me to finally share it with everyone.

You will need:
sponge or pound cake (one Entenmann's pound cake is plenty);
4 fl oz (120 ml) Madeira or sherry;
12 oz (350 g) fresh raspberries (frozen work just as well);
500 ml custard (make sure that it's not too runny); and
6 oz double or heavy cream

Cut and arrange the cake to cover all the sides of the bowl. Make a few stabs in the sponges and sprinkle the Madeira or sherry carefully and evenly over them, then leave it all aside for half an hour so it can soak in.

Sprinkle all the raspberries over the top of the trifle sponges. Add the custard, a little at a time, to cover all the raspberries. Wisk the double cream and scoop it over the raspberries. Cover with plastic wrap and leave in the fridge for a couple of hours. Remember: the more time you give the trifle to sit in the fridge the more it will soak all that custard goodness. This recipe serves for 6, unless I'm in the near vacinity.

Back in Leeds

4/14/06 - Good Friday
First day in Leeds
We got the first sunny day in Leeds for weeks. I went to market with Dad, it's the largest covered market in Europe and full of nothing but class, including it's very own tripe shop....mmmm, tasty.




Zhenia skipped the sightseeing and helped Ma Lyons in the garden.


4/15/06
Leeds Utd 1 Reading 1
We went to the footy with Em, Rick & Dad. I ate chips with curry sauce and a pie, much to Zhenia's disgust. 20,000 Leeds fans sang.....

Who the fuck,
Who the fuck,
Who the fucking fuck are you?
Who the fucking fuck are you?

.....to the Reading fans. High brow stuff.

bowling and goodbyes at the Melody Lanes, Brooklyn

Back in Brooklyn, folks showed up for some bowling action and a chance to bid us farewell. Our crew definitely set the standard for a BLOODY GOOD TIME!! Team Mustard made Jesus bite his tongue while the Montrose man, Layla (who coincidently gave the Hasids a run for their money) and Phil Richter broke some bowling pins with their spins. The fags and dykes on the fourth lane had the worst score but they SURE did look good. The afterparty continued at the Great Lakes, the best damn bar in town. Here are the highlights....


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Again, thanks to everyone for such a great night.