The world’s horriblest biscuit barrel has reappeared. The nasty yellow dog thing had gone, for years. I thought forever. But it turns out in was only haunting some dark and fetid corner of Boy One’s bedroom. And now it’s back. It appeared in a boy’s triumphant, and sticky, hands – the spoil of an […]
Shortbreading the news – Whitworths
Yes it really was as messy as this! As, ahem, a baking ambassador for Whitbread it is clear that some baking is required. Normally the baking in our house is done by Boy One who is currently fixated on all matters culinary. However, he was elsewhere when the domestic muse came upon us. Boy Two and Three […]