I have just grilled a whole tray of organic french lavender shortbread. Yes you read that right. I grilled it and what I now have here is a most unbecoming pile of charred sweetness I have tried to disguise with a liberal sprinkling of caster sugar.
Because I plan on eating it regardless. The baby has been daddy-napped. The house is blissfully quiet and Rebecca is on the Dvd. If it was stormy outside I could almost consider it the perfect afternoon.
So burnt lavender shortbread it is. On a pretty plate with a cafetiere of vanilla coffee and some heart shaped sugar cubes.
P.S: Did I mention I am still in my nightie? It’s five o’clock. Too late to get dressed? Yes, I totally agree…