|I couldn't wait|
|There's more lurking in the fridge|
Mondays - full of housework, dog walking, chickette herding, food shopping, washing, ironing, opening the door to Alfie's room and making a hasty retreat. St Ives has been bathed in sunshine, and Olly and me have been tidying up the garden.
Alfie has been pleading for me to make Millionaire's Shortbread. I made it today. I licked the caramel off the spoon and burnt my tongue. I cut it into squares too soon. I ate two squares and left the evidence all over my top. I made a walnut caramel out of the leftovers and promptly ate a spoonful of that.
Alfie took a bite, and grimaced. "Too sweet, Mum. Not as good as the one I had yesterday."
I won't be making it again.