I think I got a bit cocky with my cooking. I was doing so well, and then…
Well, it’s probably best summed up by the thanks I got from Himself which went as follows:
‘Thank you for the pancakes. They were delicious. And thank you for the…um…cauliflower with…um, with the cheese gravy. That was lovely too.’
It was meant to be cauliflower cheese. I have no idea how I managed to make the cheese sauce go so incredibly un-saucy.
It’s a good job Himself is so well trained and he not only says thank you, but also eats everything put in front of him, because I don’t seem to be channeling my inner Mary Berry very effectively these days.
On the upside, should you ever want some cheese gravy, I’m your woman :o)