Pottering around in his slippers is the Windsor ghost. He might be Pottey or at least gave everyone the impression he was not fully there, but he knows what his Queen needs.
A really good example of his cooking, secretly the men tend to be trained at cookery more often than the females due to being more likely to be left to their own ends.
Besides the women prefer to learn about Moter cars and mechanics, don't want to know about cooking the fish after its caught.
Philip has become aware that his spouse is without a recipe for her Platinum year, and they are asking for puddings of all things.
Putter, putter, hmm, in the pantry he has found few things long forgotten.
Rose jam, Rose tea, even a bottle of rose vodka.
Hmm, this just might do for the pudding.
Know all he has to do is figure out how to nip into the garden and snip a few of her precious rose petals of her new roses planted in the garden and presumably named for him.
Whisk and Whee
Satisfactory.
He relished the rest of the vodka as he awaits his pudding to be finished.
He used a gelatin base with an herbal rose tea for liquid.
He took heavy cream and half and half and whisked it over a low heat with a few drops of his Rose Infused Vodka and a spot of rose hip jam until just a boil.
He added his rose tea gelatin to it, mixing it well.
He was afraid he might only be able to use a set of old teacups he found down in the basement.
But they might appeal to her more in the rose decorated little cups.
He reserved some whipped cream to top them once set and sprinkled with her new favorite rose petals from the now affronted rose bushes.
Actually, named after him and planted on his 100 birthdays.
Fancy that, he goes to the cellar, and she plants a rose in his honor.
Her Platinum Jubilee must be met with some revelry and the rose infused alcohol will be the best.
Rose vodka or wine will do just fine.
Her platinum puddings finally set, he placed them on a special tray, all shiny from the gelatin, and slightly pink from the roses. Topped with single dollops of whipped cream and sprinkled with her freshly washed rose petals.
Off goes his slippered feet to her bedstead to leave her Platinum pudding present, even it is posthumous.
And off he must go to his new cellar digs to guard the rest of his stash of alcohol forgotten by other generations.
Rose infused Vodka and Champagne from Napoleons days and the list goes on to his newly acquired possessions while he dreams of his young twelve-year-old blooming into a sensational twenty-four woman.
Rose petals can be found in most refined groceries stores. Rose Jam in European styled stores, but the Rose Vodka or wine has to be discovered in a wine selling place of business.
As for grandmas' teacups be careful, she is not displeased by being alive to see them smashed to smithereens.
And for stealing into the garden of any public place, it is not wise to be caught with the petals in your fingers or a crossbow.
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