Excuse me, I have to pop out for a moment ... the supermarket ... freezer ... can't resist .... aargh
I ate a *small* square of extremely sickly birthday cake at our social club meeting last week. It's a tradition -- we are, after all, supposed to be social. And sociable.
I've resigned as chairman because I have trouble with the invariable group visits to transport caffs and teashops. As a mere member I hope I can be more choosy. Ironically the LCHF diet allows me a good fry-up without the hash browns & fried bread -- the problem is "good." Sausages are often full of rusk and what it's all cooked in might be better in my car engine.