Pobi Bodlon Bakes

                                                        
                                                           1. Pobi Bodlon Bakes

At last! A simply superb concoction of traditional Welsh recipes to rival any Mary Berry basic. These little Pobi (Bakes) take all the stress and effort out the preparation of home baking. Beautifully packaged, their appeal is attracting a growing eclectic mix.

Our first fan hails from Penarth ( pronounced P'naarth with a heavy nasal emphasis )a charming Victorian seaside haunt on the south coast next to Cardiff Bay. Actually Beti wasn't born here but moved when husband Idris  finished his 45 year stint with Barclays with a gold Omega and handshake in the days when they knew how to give you a good send off. Idris had always been a suit and tie man, but he was making the house look increasingly untidy these days with his growing attachment to green and brown cardis from Marks. If she wanted him fiddling about with the tomatoes in the greenhouse he was happy to oblige. Beti had things to do, hairdressers appointments to keep, pedicures to attend and a round of golf wouldn't go amiss. He always got under her feet if he was fiddling about in the house making a mess. He was better off outside with the corgi. The second Thursday of every month is a time when Idris keeps well clear as it is especially important for the house to be 'tidy' because this is the day Rev. Ifans calls for tea. He's particularly partial to Bara Brith - Beti's Bara Brith to be precise. While Rev. Ifans showers compliments in Beti's direction " there's moist and tasty isn't it ", he smacks his lips together savouring every morsel. Mari and Menna from Merched y Wawr ( The welsh version of the Women's Institute) look on with envy as they sip Earl Grey from Beti's deceased mother's pink and gold bone china tea cups. Beti smiles modestly, her Chanel red lipstick her daughter bought for Christmas 2000 feathering on her upper lip in the heat. This Ruth Madoc lookalike shifts uneasily in her champagne slipper chair in the front parlour.
As the grandfather clock tick- tocks reassuringly in the hall, Pobi sits silently and solidly on the black granite worktop in the kitchen, quietly confident in the knowledge that it's done a superb job in keeping Beti's cooking reputation intact.