We were prevented from listening to our fave rave radio show, this evening, as friends popped up @ 7. So we missed Derry Girls, too, but we have had such a good evening. The chestnut and leek risotto with steamed broccoli and Grana Padano was scoffed enthusiastically and the pud that Dear Friend provided was fab. She used coconut sugar from Aldi (who knew?) in the biscuit base, sweetened yoghurt, raspberry coulis and yummy fruits on top - sprinkled with coconut sugar. I don’t even like puds, but this was different.
I must retire to my cell, hoping that Himself won’t insist on the Kirk in the morn - as it seems a bit unreasonable, just now.
Sweet dreams, all.
Soo xx
Why are my knees so hot? In the 'fry an egg on ‘em’ sense rather than the ‘Cyd Charisse’ one, obviously.
Atempts to cook breakfast on them will be severely discouraged, however.
Gah.
Gus
Sorry about the Beely bonce. Easy on the, ahem, coconut sugar next time. Sounds as if it was Werf It, though. Think yerself lucky you aren’t here, wiv Thames Water gaily drilling little holes just outside.
Gah!
Gus x
I have a cake in the oven. It should be done. It isn’t, or anything like. Grrrr.
It is an unbirthday cake for ditzy neighbour, who yesterday decided today was my birthday and rocked up late last night with flowers, chocolate and a card.
I know I missed her birthday, which is late in the year, so it seemed appropriate.
[Preenity, preenity]
Sorry to report that all is well in cake department; had a bit of a brain-fart on my time calculation. Sensible people, and small tseepy soda-bread-manufacturing birds, Sets Timers to avoid such panics, I know.
And some set timers to five minutes before the actual time, to allow for getting from other end of house, locating oven gloves*, etc…
…to find that someone has been “helpful” and taken it out when the alarm went off.
*Which were where they should be five minutes before, and probably will be again five minutes later, but have just for the moment slipped into a parallel universe to avoid the annoying beeping.
I thought the same, except they still contrive to vanish when I’m alone in the house. Ditto cheese and cake slicers, palette knives, the working tin opener…