The other Sunday I heard a lot of swearing and banging about in the kitchen. Whilst hubbie loves eating homemade food he doesn’t love cooking it. ‘The bread is broken’ I heard him shout.
‘How can you break the bread’? I ask
‘I couldn’t get it out of the bread tin and now it is in pieces all over the cooling rack’.
‘Did you grease the bread tin before you put in dough in’? I ask
‘Of course I bl**dy did’ is the response.
Not convinced I inspect the ‘broken bread’.
‘OK Summer Fruit Pudding for us this evening’ I tell him.
Having never had it before he looks both relieved and confused.
Luckily at this time of year there's plenty of fruit on special offer, we have an allotment so my freezer is spilling over with frozen raspberries, strawberries, blackberries etc.