It’s true — really!
Tonight we had a lovely dinner over at J & A’s and the dessert was a magnificent bounty of sweetness…
Everyone had a slice, including S, but as soon as she’d finished, host J asked if she’d like another. S half-heartedly refused but buckled quickly — yummo.
Come the end of the night J, in all seriousness asked S if she’d like more dessert, and when she politely refused he suggested she take the rest home for a “midnight snack”…
Talk about setting bad precedents!
Anyways, luckily S refused which saved me at least one midnight kitchen run…
But what I want to know is why wasn’t I offered more of the mega-fat-fruit-flan-sweetfest?