Bursting with excitement

  This is a big weekend for all sorts of reasons but you'll have to wait to hear about most of it in any detail because of one small incident taking precedent over everything. Ok, pipe down, I won't keep you in complete suspense. Before you find out about the incident you can hear the highlights, but only if you behave.

  For a starter, as this is being written, my kitchen is awash with the signs of a massive culinary explosion. I've been engaged to cater for a bridal shower tomorrow so I'm knee deep in creativity and loving it. An extra element that makes it really interesting is that the bride follows a FODMAP diet. Of which more later...

  Another piece of excitement came in the form of a massive box that was delivered today. I was so deeply into my cooking that I had forgotten that it was coming so I had a joyful surprise when it did. Contained therein were the new boxes for the energy balls. (Actually, they aren't balls anymore), but more of that later too...

A glimpse of the debris.

  The other, but slightly less interesting story of the weekend is car related. As I never mention cars, you'd be forgiven for not knowing I have one, (or had one, as I've just sold it). It was sold to make way for a new one and I'm going to look at one very early on Sunday morning. You see? I told you it wasn't that interesting but you did ask for the highlights.

  So what was the incident that got me so excited? On the menu for the party, I have included my white chocolate blondies. They are possibly the most moorish little nugget of cake I have ever come across. EVER! The white chocolate is only there for gooiness but what you get is a fudgey sponge with a salty peanut butter taste. They are quite irresistible and about as far off my diet as I could possibly imagine.

  In fact, there's only one thing more delicious than any type of cake and that's cake mix. And here I was, all alone with a huge bowl of the stuff, driving my nostrils wild and turning my knees to jelly. Amazingly, every morsel of the mix went into the oven. Every morsel except the tiniest amount that I licked off a spoon. However, I didn't swallow, (said the actress to the bishop). With my iron will fighting off temptation, I spat it out and rinsed any remaining traces of sugar and white flour from my mouth. I'm still finding it unbelievable I managed to control myself but I can tell you that I'll definitely be making a tray of them for my next blowout. Roll on June 1st.

Kirk out

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