I have run out of energy and enthusiasm and am longing for my bed. Spider has been a complete brat all day.
Z is for zabaglione – which is a wonderful indulgent italian dessert, which can be done in the microwave, but it is a fine line between liquor flavoured egg custard and scrambled egg with alcohol… the way I feel at the moment I know that I would serve up the latter whereas I long for the former.
Husband set off for the co op 5 minutes ago and has returned with some fairtrade chocolate…so I am logging off for some guilt free (calories what calories at least it doesn’t exploit anyone except the one eating it).
