Came home from work longing for one from a batch I made on Tuesday, only to see my son’s hand diving into the tin for the last one.
But mum these are really good he grins between mouthfuls, stuffing it down before I even get a chance to say let’s share that. Chance? What chance. Fat chance I say. I’m a growing five year old he replies!:-):-) and don’t I know it. The cheeky bugger:-):-) Think I’ll be needing a secret stash soon. Haha. Kids eh!