It’s very hard being a domestic goddess. I so sympathise with Nigella Lawson. Take last night. I came in from a drinks party, kicked off my sling backs, licked my lips, stuck out my tits and made a Christmas pudding. While it was steaming for 6 hours, I rustled up a spicy pork chop and ate it while lying down. This morning, I giggled and cleaned the kitchen floor, softly chiding myself for dropping sultanas (well, I was pissed). With peanut cracknel and pistachio fudge on my list of things to make, I’m not sure how long I can keep up this glamorous existence.
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All sounds very seductively glamorous Anna , but how much noise did you make banging those pots and pans and various utensils while creating your devine tasting morsels?????
I banged as hard as I could, of course. I think you’ll find all the best cooks are very loud!