Fork off... it's mine..
On Saturday, I bought two important additions to the house. One of these was a flan dish, and the other was a rolling pin.
Now, I thought, this is brilliant. Not only can I make nice tarts and things, but I can also chase my unruly housemates around when they misbehave, in a comedy fifties housewife fashion.
Plate courtesy of Holly Patton's GreenGate collection
No, let's be serious. The rolling pin was so that I could make my very first attempt at pastry from scratch! None of this shop manufactured malarky! Actual, old-fashioned flour, butter and eggs pastry. And what better to do with it than to make a nice, lovely, gorgeous, sticky and sweet treacle tart?
Don't you just want to rub your face in your screen right now? No? Just me?
With cream. Yes, lashings and lashings of gorgeous cream.
Oh, in other news, I joined the gym today.
These two events are unrelated.