I noticed this morning that we had a load of sweet red peppers in the fridge. I bought them at Lidl 2 weeks ago and had intended to cook something, I don't know what. At some point last week Denise had made a casual comment about the quantity of red peppers in the fridge. I assured her that I was going to use then for something and then I forgot about them. Until this morning.
So I was thinking about making some bread this morning as we had toast for breakfast and there wasn't much bread left. But while I was thinking about that I noticed the peppers and I decided I would make some savoury Chelsea buns. I wasn't sure how much dough I would need and I wasn't prepared to put the effort into looking up a recipe. Oh no.
I was going to wing it.
Having made the dough to a vague recipe of my own devising which was going to produce an enriched dough. I sat and read a book in the sunshine with Phoebe on my lap putting away.
Yes, this story is true, there was sunshine this morning and in our pathetic little lean-to conservatory it was nice and toasty. I was really getting into the book I'm reading at the moment, a Penguin Classic, and it had really taken a while to achieve that whole 'getting into it' vibe. But I was halted in my tracks by a thought.
'Ive probably made too much dough. Maybe I could split it in two and make savoury Chelsea buns and sweet Chelsea buns.'
Not an exciting thought to interrupt my reading I'm sure you will agree but it proved that making these buns was as easy as falling off a barrel and, once cooked, I thoroughly fell off the barrel and ate loads of them. Luckily I'd been to the gym and burned a few calories first thing this morning,
These are the buns in question. I've probably eaten about 8 of them today. Then we made savoury pancakes for dinner which involved a certain amount if cheese and I ate a bit of cheese whilst grating the cheese for the pancakes.
I have not learned new habits. I need to get back on the barrel.
And I have just realised that I meant 'wagon', not barrel. As easy as falling off a wagon. I meant to mix my metaphors. I failed. It was as easy as having my pie and eating it.