It probably looks like I haven't been cooking for the past month, when I have been. Constantly. Not only have I been cooking constantly, I have been cooking sweet things, which are usually the dominion of this blog. Poor, lonely blog. Every time I have cooked a sweet thing I have thought "I should really take a photo". But something in me just hasn't been able to reach into my pocket, pull out my iphone and seal the deal. I don't think that it's got anything really to do with the fact that the iphone went into the toilet recently. I still love that phone, perhaps now, even more. Because it survived the toilet and my electrolytes. Since I am a lazy MF, I have decided to recount to you my Christmas cooking story. It's fairly heartwarming, with a few close calls and a happy ending, so you'll like it. If you know what's good for you. I don't have any photo's though, so I have scoured the web (done a perfunctory Google search) and come up with
Cooking, general chitchat about child rearing and compelling images of baked goods.