Jen is the Cookie Angel. She made two batches, with technical assistance from the inept kitchen monkey (who nevertheless is good at butter-and-sugar creaming, and a past-master at getting the tray out of the oven without getting burnt, though she learnt the hard way).
The Male wielded the Jaffa-crushing machine (aka the rolling pin and chopping board) with manic glee and Hunter S Thompson-ish safety glasses.
Conclusion: Jaffa cookies are The Shit (tm). And all gone with 24 hours, the last heading Sydney-wards with a guest whose stay was far too short.
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