This post WAS going to be titled "What is it about Christmas that makes me want to bake" (and I bet you can see where this post is going). Today I got the culinary urge to spoil my family with home-made offerings. However my pastry-making abilities are, well, pants! My MIL will attest to this. So I cheated and bought some Jus Rol frozen shortcrust pastry, 2 lots of jam and a jar of lemon curd.
After tea (home-made pizza) I set to with a vengeance (and my Pampered Chef Deluxe Mini Muffin Pan). All was reasonably well until the 2nd batch came out the oven, the lemon curd batch. As usual A, D & K were like bees round a honey pot waiting to sample the wares - I have a great quality control department. Unfortunately one of the tarts split apart and landed oven-hot lemon curd on mine and A's hand. He seems not too bad. My little finger has a bright red patch and is throbbing merrily. Fortunately this means the damage is superficial and not needing a mad dash to A & E. It also means that the 3rd batch - blackberry jam - will have to wait till tomorrow. A is watching the snooker and the kids have homework so there's no-one to take over.
This is after the cake I made yesterday decided to crumble apart instead of easing out of its tin like it was supposed to. Maybe I should hold off making the double chocolate pudding (chocolate, bread waffles, cream, eggs).
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