Fat little dumplings

Holy crap! 5 months since my last blog post! Whatever have I been doing with my time? I certainly haven’t been making anything super tasty, in fact I have actually succumbed to the lure of a tub of cookie dough, currently residing in our freezer. It’s awesome because it promotes the idea of “fresh, home baked wholesomeness”, without the hassle of actually having to do it. It’s not the cooking part that’s a problem, it’s the cleaning up part that is presenting a mental barrier.

Apart from being lazy, I have actually been doing stuff. Yesterday was my hens day/night, and my friends organised for us to go to afternoon tea at the Sofitel with family-types, as a dignified precursor to a less dignified, sangria fuelled evening at the pub later on. Gaaaaaah, just the mention of sangria right now makes my stomach shrink with horror… the hangover today as a result of many litres of booze made me certain that today was to be my last day to live. But, I digress. Afternoon tea was bitchen – lots of gorgeous little sandwiches that had been trimmed of their pesky little crusts, smoked salmon blinis (well, I’m personally not a fan, but it did seem terribly posh), scones with jam and cream, and above all, lots of gorgeous little cakes! Can I just say that I LOVE the way a set menu such as afternoon tea pretty much sanctions gross over indulgence? at this rate, I will totally get the gout (although something about gout makes me think it might be a thing that only men get… Is this just wishful thinking though?). Check out the tasty spread!

Shit photo, I know, but take note of the cake on the second tier from the top of the… tiered thing. This was just a delightful piece of awesome, crammed full of custardy delights, and layered with sponge cake. Imagine – a marriage of my passions for sponge and custard! However did they know?

And now, I must go to bed. I am patting myself on the back right now for a job well done in making a blog entry. Good for me.