It has occurred to me that most of my recent blog posts are food related. Well here's another one. Just a few pix of the little chef making pizza. I'm still a little nervous with him using the adult knives (he is five) so I stay within hovering distance. We made biscuits at the weekend and I realised why things don't taste quite as good as I remember them growing up... it's the butter. Or to be accurate the lack of butter.
I wish sometimes I could use butter and cream and condensed milk in my baking. Condensed milk is oh so delicious! I remember eating it straight from a can with my friend Annabel when we camped in her back yard as kids. It was our midnight feast and I'm pretty sure we weren't supposed to be having it. Oh those condensed milk memories. Mmmmmmmmm.