Clearly my baking spree on Sunday was not enough for me. When I get in one of these frames of mind, there is not a pat of butter safe from my paws and the KitchenAid starts to do a booty shake in anticipation of the work out I will be giving it. The children stuff their little faces with my offerings and the husband declares me to be a 'not a bad housewife'. I feel virtuous for my home-baked, preservative free goodies. I just ignore the fact that the actual ingredients I use put weight on just by simply mentioning them.
Today, I got to use my new Nigella cookbook which was my present for Mother's Day. As it is Nigella, you can guarantee, I have not made a salad. Rather, chocolate rice pudding with lashings of cream and chocolate. Which the boys topped off with banoffe pie with a butter laden shortbread base. James Martin, whose cookbook was also in the firing line today, likes to use butter, butter and a bit more butter in his recipes. His shortbread lined the base of my banoffe pie. But before the sugar hit, the boys did have another of James' butter recipes with a little bit of potato and cheese and a load more cream in the form of a potato dauphinoise.
I am, of course, the sad person who makes all this stuff and then doesn't eat it because of that damn baby weight I've not been able to shift for - what 9 years??? Still, party on boys, it's back to fish fingers and chips and shop bought cheesecake when I get over my little cooking fit. Til tomorrow x
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