“He said to just bring some hors d’oeuvres,” my husband said.
Dog is snoozing beside me as I write this. He showed initial interest when I began clanging pots and pans around in preparation for baking, but gave me a pretty condemning eye roll as soon as the avocado came out.
So it only took a week for the virtuous post-New Year’s “oh I’m not eating anything sweet for, like, a month…if not longer” to wear off.
Most people will be waking up today and thinking about new year’s resolutions.
I’m amazed my family hasn’t staged a chestnut intervention by now.
At the risk of sounding like a terrible Scrooge, I hate hate hate Christmas pudding.
I love bats. They are unfairly maligned as evil, blood-sucking creatures of the night but really they are extremely cute and cuddly. Continue reading
My morning routine usually goes as follows: have shower, walk sleepy Dog, feed sleepy Dog, feed sleepier husband, grab things in a panic, shove some yoghurt in my face, run out the door.
Pretty much every cook, no matter how inexperienced, has a crumble in their recipe book.