Coming into the kitchen after a hard day of conference calls and emailing, I was stopped short by a wonderful aroma of baking, a hint of cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla pod and there it was, fresh from the oven, bread pudding, perfect winter food.
Alas not a spoonful passed my lips.
Why was that, you may ask, is BB doing the will power diet? If only!!
One of Erica's friends has just had a baby and their group were taking turns in cooking meals for a few days. The pudding was our contribution. Now I'm all in favour of community spirit and helping one another, but I'm sure they wouldn't have missed that really nice crusty bit in the corner.
A cruel world indeed
ReplyDeleteIf you have a dog you could have taken a mouthful and looked accusingly at said dog...
ReplyDeleteAnd if you had a Baydog, you could've blamed it all on him. Surely your wife had some crumbs left over to make you the smallest ramekin of pleasure, no?
DeleteBaydog - that point was well made, as was the pudding 2 eggs, yolks of 2 more, 1/2 pint cream .....
ReplyDeleteDon't you just hate when that happens.
ReplyDeleteI wander into the kitchen at the smell of baking only to discover its for yet another workmates birthday, and never a crumb comes my way. I sometimes get to lick the bowl though.