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Tuesday, 1 April 2014

In which One knew you was coming so One baked a cake…

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Let’s face it, St Mary of the Berries, can’t live forever, and someONE will have to step into her Manolos.

YES – MOI – ONE – LOVELY, LOVELY MEEEEEE!

Feast your beadies on that little beauty, Dear Reader!

One does readily accept that the offering One produced yesterday afternoon in readiness for a visit from Boy and then Uncle Bert, isn’t quite the vision that graced the pages of the Sainsbury magazine.

Triumphant in my doings, One immediately captured it’s likeness to record the baking bonanza for posterity. 

Uncle Bert opined that the usage of Bread Sauce instead of frosted topping was possibly an error and Dear Little S declined the offer of a slice with the opinion that ‘it looks like the contents of a liposuction bag.’

ALL FECKING AFTERNOON ONE SPENT IN THAT COFFIN SIZED KITCHEN

Not only were ‘baked goods’ created, but a fairly pungent and bottom clenching curry was devised, for the use of.

Neither offering was met with enthusiasm from Boy, who shoved the curry around for a while and then asked for a Chrunchie.

The WN could be relied upon to inhale the contents of the kitchen in one go, though.

‘Fockitt!’ came the cry ‘You don’t give yourself enough credit, it’s looooovely.’

Oooooh, have just investigated the fridge and a goodly portion of the baked good has been taken to the workshop for the delectation of the WN’s little wood cutting chums. 

One has alerted A and E in the nearest town.

 

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