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.
10 comments:
Mmmmmm
Ha ha! Awesome :)
yummy. congrats on joining the gym!!!! you will love it!
Yum, yum, YUM!
Dad: Yes
Paperface: Pretty much!
Deana: Really? I hope so.. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow...
Dapper Kid: Yes, yes, YES! It really was... I mean, is... there's still loads left, we're slowly working our way through...
Mmm cream. Mmmm gym. Both good things!
oh that looks amazingggg.
Omg I has a blog.
Don't whine at me about getting an actual pic of myself, Blogger is being unhelpful and refusing to remove my current, embarrasing one.
You can make stuff I don't even like look delicious. Invariably.
Amber: Yes, but not at the same time..
Carrie: And it really was... certainly one for the repetoire!
Ed: I love your backhanded compliments. Always. Invariably. Forever.
whipped cream! yummy!
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