Let them eat cake – a postscript
I was tired after all that baking, so this is what Missy B had for her dinner that night. And of course she loved it.
Mr B had anticipated a lack of energy on my part and catered for himself. So he’s not entirely de-skilled kitchen-wise.
Can’t quite what Mr. B cooked for his dinner, apart from the squeezed lemon!?
Oysters!
And what did you have? Cake?!