after a very hard day yesterday i retreated to bed very early so this morning i was salivating as anticipated my breakfast....a fruity, spicy, buttery, golden toasted hot cross bun.
and they were all gone.
i suppose it was optimistic of me to think there may be any left from a pack of six delivered the day before. we do have two teenagers in the house......
and two growing girls....
and me
Kylie...time to teach the teenagers how to bake. either that or hide the last one as moms just desserts.
ReplyDeleteI suppose the solution is to go to bed late rather than to get up early.
ReplyDeleteSome never learn.
ReplyDeleteYou can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink!
Perhaps you sleepwalked (sleptwalked?)and ate them during the night without knowing. Either that or you'll have to put a padlock on the hot cross bun cupboard. Or buy another packet and scoff the lot in secret.
ReplyDeleteKylie, I thought immediately of this wonderful poem by William Carlos Williams.
ReplyDeleteDamn kids!
ReplyDeleteRemember when Liam ate all the Tim Tams?
My Liam, not yours... :)
ReplyDeletemy liam finished the buns!
ReplyDeleteand megan, the funny thing about the tim tams is i bought some more for you and i didnt get round to posting them so i ate them :)
ReplyDeleteleah,
ReplyDeletethe poem is great and while we're talking of plums, i miss out on those too :)
nick,
ReplyDeleteoption c looks appealing :)
attenuator,
ReplyDeleteit would seem that horses dont like water but maybe they do like buns?
alan,
ReplyDeleteas i say to my son
"would you please cut the logic?" :)
walking man,
ReplyDeletegood idea! then i have to get them out of bed early enough to cook my breakfast
dammit. was hoping to see your personal 'hot buns'.....bet you could crack an egg or two with those buns! ;)
ReplyDeletelove ya spesh xxxx
pete!!
ReplyDeleteyou got my silly reference :)
darling Spesh,
ReplyDeleteI always get your silly reference (!)
Ooer missis, nod nod wink wink wink, know what I mean?
xxx
i like a man who appreciates my humour, peej :)
ReplyDeletePeter,
ReplyDeleteKnow what I mean? Pete that sounds like Cockney talk. 6 white fella generations ago my deported forbears probably said that.
I want some fruity, spicy, buttery, golden toasted hot cross buns and I want them now. Why are there none in the fridge? Why has nobody anticipated my every whim?
ReplyDeleteHi Kylie
ReplyDeleteOh, man, another fattening breakfast post. Fortunately for me, they were all gone, or they would have been.
ReplyDeleteMy post for Theme Thursday is up here.
Really gives me the shits when someone takes the last one!
ReplyDeletenick,
ReplyDeleteanybody would think you were having a birthday or something!
hi bob!!!
ReplyDeletepattiken,
ReplyDeletenice to see you here :)
baino!
ReplyDeletei guess someone has to take it, unfortunately i usually miss out
The look awfully good.
ReplyDeleteso you like my buns, snow?
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