The lengths mr H will go to to get me to write on this blog are quite incredible.
The bread rolls i made today were admittedly very hard, as in rock like, even I had to saw through one with the circular saw.
Mr H on the other hand would prefer to ham it up with the green godess hearth kit...Hammer and chisel!
He failed to mention i had prepared and cooked a fantastic indian supper or that the same bread dough had made super duper pizzas which he had guzzled down without the aid of hammer, tongs, chisels or even a jack hammer....infact he had not even had to find a sharp knife.
Three casseroles in the freezer, all because we want to go to France and be alone together....Be afraid, very afraid Mr H!
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Lol...David often comments that King Alfred has been to visit when I am baking...I mean black is a shade of golden brown isnt it???
Afraid??
I am terrified, us going somewhere is a recipe for disaster, and an adventure, and a blog entry afterwards.
One here which is the purest fiction and on my blog which will be strictly factual.
R
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