Apple Crumble and berry thief.

First, find your apple tree and pick apples (shake earwigs off stalks)

then pick some blackberries (those that haven't been picked already)

next look for raspberries.

Discovered that four-legged-friend displays distinctly less finesse over his raspberry stealing behaviour. He is an extremely cautious but effective thief of brambles and gooseberries, gingerly plucking individual fruits with sensitive lips that must have experienced the pricking hurt of thorns. Raspberries are thorn-less, so the technique is brutal:

Sniff out a cluster of ripe berries

grab the whole tip of the plant in your jaw

rip the end off

result! ... mmm

So, gather what Four-legged-friend has left (observed him earlier doing a flanking manoeuvre past the kitchen window, along the hedge and across to the apple tree; it would have been far easier to take the shortest route across the grass, but much more obvious)

Wash and peel. Drizzle with fruit juice.

Put crumble mix (plain flour, porridge oats, cinnamon, weetabix, demerara sugar and white sugar in a bowl)

Add melted butter. Get messy making crumble topping.

And bake for about 20 to 30 minutes at 180degrees.

Serve with vanilla ice cream, cream or custard. Add friends. Enjoy. Don't anticipate there being much left - certainly not enough for Four-legged-friend's midnight feast (he can look at me as long as he likes with big eyes and wagging tail - he's not getting any).

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