The marshmallow diet still hasn’t lost its novelty value. And it’s a much easier dessert than making a pudding.
Oh now I have a pudding craving. Orange, I think. No, chocolate.
Anyway, now that I have officially entered the hall of cookery invention fame (or pantheon, as it was so eloquently put), I thought I’d show some photos. You know, in lieu of actual content.
Son #1 goes for the two pronged attack and toasts two at once. One for him, one for mum. He’s a good lad. The other two? Won’t give me even a nibble.
That’s #3. He likes to wear his pyjamas inside out.
Hang on. It’s show and tell day, isn’t it?
Here is a t-shirt.
We don’t have GAP here, so I have no cultural understanding of whether this is cool or not, but I saw this at the op shop (which is where I buy all our clothes because we are so broke and pathetic) and liked it. That’s Son #2 posing at the old house last summer when it was WARM.
I’ve just re-read this and I think my PMT petticoat is showing.