... chocolate overload. A vegan treat from the excellent new cupcakery in town.
... stumbling across a (far from shy, far too busy eating) hedgehog during an evening walk round the neighbourhood with Boo.
... a new book at bedtime from the charity shop. This is the second outing for Galbraith's/Rowling's private detective, Cormoran Strike. An enjoyable and easy read, if a tad long winded.
... handing over the baking baton (should that be rolling pin?). The Boy is really getting into the swing, what with forays into fancy loaves, brioches, croissants, lemon chiffon creations and the like. The latest was a batch of jammie dodger cupcakes. Raspberry jam in the middle and on top, with a final flourish of butter biscuit crumbs. Definitely not vegan.
... a big bowl of green with a bit of red. To counteract all the chocolate. Broccoli tabbouleh topped with goji berries, walnuts, seeds, mint and a squirt of lime. Just a bit of chopping, no cooking and one of my favourites. Unfortunately, the other two here much prefer dinner to be en croute.
... a whiff of hawthorn blossom. I know it's one of the Marmite scents of the natural world, and some people cannot bear its pong, but I just can't stop sniffing it.
... seeing a chap in braces. Seems the littlest made an extra effort for a posh lunch date with his parents. Just nine months old and already eating Michelin starred food. Clearly, the bar has been raised. Now please excuse me whilst I go hone my croquembouche making skills.