My mother once had a Pekinese dog whose given name was Brownie. As she did not have a memory for names she may well not have known that. I’m not sure whether this was because her mind was full of other much more interesting things, which, if that were the case, she never imparted to me, or whether, like myself, when she had achieved a certain amount of years, she just took no notice of names. We both would have had a similar reaction when being introduced to people at some gathering or other.The person performing the introduction might as well have recited the alphabet as neither my mother nor I would have absorbed any of the information that he/she was sharing with us as, in my case, I would already be too absorbed in the faces and behaviour in front of me and my brain would have applied the name filter whilst I imagine that my mother, although graciously nodding and smiling interestedly, would have been wandering through the garden in her own place of no names. The upshot of this, if upward shot there is to this rambling reminiscence, was that my mother would sometimes call me Brownie and would happily introduce me to friends of hers, friends who treasured and remembered names, in the same way: it’s fair to say that she did ring the changes by sometimes introducing me as Manuel, my maternal grandfather, or Charles, my father, which meant that I might find myself in a conversational group where, owing to the protagonists’ clear memories for names and according to the style in which my mother may have introduced me to them, I was prepared to be addressed by a multitude of names save for my own. And so we come full circle and I can share with you this very good recipe for these toothsome and chocolatey Rogers….jolly good.
175g butter, chopped
300g light muscovado sugar
175g dark chocolate, chopped
50g walnuts, chopped(optional)
3 eggs, beaten
100g self raising flour
2 tbsp cocoa powder
1 tsp baking powder
1 Heat the oven to 180C/fan 160C/Gas 4. Line a shallow oblong tin with baking paper(about 20x30cm) Melt the butter, sugar and chocolate gently in a large pan. Remove from the heat, cool for a few mins, then stir in the eggs.
2 Sift in the flour, cocoa and baking powder and fold everything together until well mixed. Pour into the tin and bake for 30-35 mins. Cool to lukewarm in the tin, then cut into squares.
Lush writing, and I will be trying out your recipe. Hmm. Brownies. That word brings back bad memories of being the only girl who refused to sign up for an armful of badges proving that I was already a perfect little homemaker. 40 years further down the line I’m still avoiding the badges, and the only context in which I am happy about using the word “brownies” involves chocolate ones – and thanks to you I can now banish the word for ever, and call them “chocolate Rogers”. Thank you.
I had a similar aversion to “Cubs”…far too weird…and the idea of boys scouting for girls guiding had something going for it but there was no badge for what I thought would be the best idea:)
Roaring with laughter ’cause way back when in ancient history I had two hugely competitive daughters, both ‘Brownies’, who insisted in getting each and every one of some 32 badges available in Oz which, for some odd reason, I had to sew on . . . hmm, they did not all fit on the left sleeve or the place where army officers display their ‘fruit salad’ 🙂 ! Well, Dad had been a Senior Scoutmaster, so I could not get a word in edgewise!!!!!
I never took part in Cubbing or Scouting ….I was meant too but I think I had a bad attitude which prevented me taking my dib or my dob seriously enough:)
I struggle with names because a lot of times formal introduction doesn’t take place in the groups and I’m left on my own to figure it all out. This can take years! There are still people I’ve talked to in my fitness classes for 5 years now that I’m trying to figure out. I know I should just ask but I feel like an idiot given how many years have passed by. It gets really awkward when my husband and I bump into them in the street and he’s left just standing there. He’s learned now the reason I don’t do introductions is I’ve only narrowed it down to about 5 names. The odds aren’t good I’ll get the right one! Then there is the struggle of having been introduced and the name gets filed in a safe place, never to be found again. Think I’ll just stick to Chocolate Rogers. Safer that way.
Too funny….Jenny is now used to the fact that when we’re confronted by people I know and whose names I have forgotten, I immediately make an excuse to leave the scene leaving her with the option to say *Hi, I’m Jenny …and you are…”:)
Ah, my husband should do this. 😊
Roger the Cabin Boy will be delighted 😉
I’m trying to follow that one…anything to do with the Good Ship Venus..:)
They have all the vices on that ship, but no, I was thinking Captain Pugwash 🙂
..I’m not familiar with Pugwash’s crew….I do remember rather wobbly animation:)
There were some unsavoury urban myths about the Captain Pugwash characters that were so daft the world almost believed them:
This has nothing to do with your cake, but Roger the Cake had me chortling like Derek and Clive 😉
It’s an important part of cake making…people often overlook the important step of thoroughly rogering the cake as soon as it comes out of the oven…and what comes next…just look in the oven and there’s every chance there’ll be a bun:)
ROFL – I can see that Roger is safe with you 😉
My mom had 6 children, and bless her heart she’d end up going through three or four names before she landed the right one. Sometimes the dog’s name would slip in..with a dog name Fifi that was comical.
Sounds like Cider with Rosie:)
Very amsuing story and cake: I am inclined towards the ‘pick a name’ approach too, though only with family members. I eventually land on the correct one. Tom, DIck, Harry and Roger cakes.
…and that would be an even better name as there are so many, virtually indistinguishable, versions of this chocolate cake..:)
Oh mercy – and you are? c
…Brownie or Manuel….not sure today:)
I can certainly relate to this story at all levels, having been a brownie, cooked brownies from a young age, and eaten many of same. And I’m not very good with names upon aural introduction, but much better if I see it in writing–obviously I’m a visual learner. Delicious looking Roger recipe, will try a gluten free version soon. 🙂
I take great schoolboyish pleasure in misinterpreting “aural”:)
pretty luscious cake, Roger, what an honor for the cake to be named by you
..and luscious it is, Cornelia:)
I have a perfect ability to forget names within 5 seconds of introduction. I am ales reaching an age where I can feign befuddlement and use it like a weapon. Lovely Rogers.
A very powerful weapon indeed, Conor, which I also use more and more with the passing of the years:)
Very funny – who are you today? Same happens in Spain – people just say “this is my wife/husband/partner” and no one queries it. I get called Senora all the time because people don’t know my name…but I reply by saying “I’m Tanya…and you are?!”. Seems to shock them!!
Today, sadly, I’m Bob the Builder..my least favourite incarnation….can’t be a cake all my life, I suppose:)
Great story and fabulous “brownie”…cake very luscious!
Cheers, Teresa…it is indeed a luscious cake:)
Wonderful post – I have the same name problem as you and your mum, and it’s great to know that I am not on my own :)!! And what a gorgeous looking cake, I feel a chocolate moment coming on…
Good to hear from a kindred spirit…enjoy that chocolate moment:)
Hey! I would like to taste a bit 🙂
Very good idea:)
Your posts and comments both left me chuckling. I, too, claim some type of name deficiency, which I would put down to some kind of strange working of my mind – except for, for some reason, I am extremely good at remembering the names of dogs. Perhaps I don’t find people quite as interesting?
Your photos are gorgeous and the Rogers look awesome!
I think you’re right….I tend to remember the names of animals over their owners’:)