Ah, the Queen's Birthday Long Weekend. An opportunity for a weekend away in the country, with flowers, chocolate and beau. A weekend for, ahem, "sleeping in". A weekend of slow days, late rising and far too much red wine.
Or in my case, an opportunity to finish reading the ridiculous and yet somehow strangely compelling Fifty Shades Of Gray and then clean out the pantry. Glamorous! What an exciting life I lead.
I don't know what's worse - that I read Fifty Shades Of Gray, or that I cleaned out the pantry. Or that I enjoyed both?
Seriously, you should see my pantry. It is magnificent. Someone should write a poem about it.
This was no ordinary pantry clean-up. There was chucking out. Ruthless chucking out of outdated stuff. There was tidying. There was co-mingling of old sauce. There was probing of hidden, dusty corners, and extraction of ancient jars. There was de-spidering and people, there was Spray N Wiping.
I felt such a sense of smug satisfaction that I immediately wanted to do something totally irresponsible and stupid, just to restore balance to the universe.
But there wasn't much time left in the day, and I'm storing up my irresponsibility and stupidity for something REALLY good. Please send your suggestions to my email address. All entries will be properly considered.
So instead I made the snail cake. His shell is not quite the right colour.... it's a little bit too much yellow and a little bit not enough apricot. And you know what? I decided I wasn't going to fix it.
My, how rebellious of me!
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