I made a perfect cheese sauce. I can still remember my mum teaching me the roux method, when I was about 14. I still feel terribly chuffed every time it comes out right. I don’t measure anything any more, so satisfying.
I made my daughter squeal with excitement when she saw I had bought both smooth and crunchy Biscoff. This a spread made from those little Belgian biscuits you get with coffee at the hairdressers pulverised up. It’s the most outrageously delicious thing ever. Peggy eats it spread onto slices of apple.
Smooth is definitely nicer.
My cat has a tail like a plume.
I’m doing a lot of generalised research into the elderly for a project I’m working on. I came across this lady. She’s 99.