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I have a friend in town, so I've got a small dinner party planned (which means I have been scurrying about prising off the top layer of ICK from the house). Tonight I'm making flatbread to go with the warm tomato compote before hand (there will be lamb and feta with pasta to follow; a lovely salad made by one of the dinner guests; and dessert brought by another guest. So: yay, dinner party.
We're also having a barbecue at work tomorrow, at lunch time. Before the dinner party was a twinkle in my eye, I volunteered to make a cake. So while I am cleaning and making flatbread, I am also making a cake.
Ah, well. The house is cleaner. And smells yummy. This is always a nice thing.
We're also having a barbecue at work tomorrow, at lunch time. Before the dinner party was a twinkle in my eye, I volunteered to make a cake. So while I am cleaning and making flatbread, I am also making a cake.
Ah, well. The house is cleaner. And smells yummy. This is always a nice thing.