I know you’re all so enthralled with me overachieving, perfectionistic baking abilities that you so aspire to achieve yourselves, so I thought I’d share my latest with you.
The Kinder Cake Stall was upon us and I only had something like four of five weeks notice for it.
Which, of course, meant I was faffing about in the kitchen last night, just before 9.00p.m. avoiding watching Terminator II, which, quite frankly, got boring once the extremely young Arnold Schwarzenegger put some clothes on, and I was overcome with a sense of Guilt as I recalled the Kinder Cake Stall.
(As an aside, according to Terminator II