Youngest son has gone on a sleep-over today, leaving just me and eldest son on our own in the house. An earlier conversation went along the lines of this:-
Me - What do you want for pudding tonight
Him - Don't mind
Me - Well you choose, we're on our own tonight, so I'll make something that you really like
Him - Ummm
Me - What's your favourite pudding that you've not had for ages
Him - tick, tick tick - you could almost hear the brain working
Me - I've got all day to make you whatever you want. Anything.
Him - Jelly
Me - Oh, will that be with ice cream or without
Him - Without thanks
So, dear readers, I am not going to show you a picture of today's pudding. It is not worth the effort involved in taking the camera out of its case. It has made me wonder though, why on earth do I bother slaving away in the kitchen at times when his favourite pudding in the world is b***** jelly.
But looking on the bright side, it left me plenty of time to just laze about the house knitting, making marmalade and chatting to the neighbours!