"I could make some of those," I remarked.
Keith looked at me in amazement. "But you never make me cakes," he said. "You always say I can't have any."
This is true and is in vain pursuit of a leaner, svelter man, but so far, it hasn't worked.
So, by the time he got home I had been shopping, bought the required ingredients and utensils, and there was a superb scent of newly baked scones wafting from the kitchen.
I used to do a lot of baking when my children were growing up. Those were the days when I could produce six dozen mince pies on Christmas Eve and be left with an empty cake tin by Boxing Day.
But today - those scones. They were so light, a puff of wind could have blown them away. Didn't take long to make, either.
Hmm, I feel a new creative urge coming on.
Nigella, eat your heart out, girl. Make way for the expert!
4 comments:
After all those years working in the big wide world, at last you have realised where you really belong... In the kitchen, making scones for your master. Next you need to see if Keith has any socks to darn! Enjoy!
I hope you don't want me to throw you off this blog, YP!!!
Light and fluffy scones ! Pah !!
What use is a scone if it can't be used as a doorstop or a paperweight or something to throw at a wailing cat ?
And I hope you reported the mince pie thief to the police. The local A&E would've been a good place to start looking for him !!
YP (think that'll work ?)
Don't let Keith hear you talk about throwing scones at cats - it's just the excuse he's looking for. :(
Nice fellow but he just can't stand cats.
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