Flour

We're back from our summer hols. We went to Suffolk. Southwold to be precise. We always holiday in Suffolk; it's my attempt at creating childhood memories the boys can bore their own kids with. I regularly irritate them with rose tinted tales of crabbing in Cornwall. It's only right I allow them the same pleasurable adult pastime.
If not being able to cook has prevented you from hosting fabulous dinner parties, you'd better send out a Facebook invite
A few days ago, something happened whilst I was cooking, something that inspired me to write this blog post. I was messing
Congratulations, Mitt Romney, you're a proper presidential hopeful now. After all, getting egg/flour/shoes/glitter thrown