The problem with craving baked goods made with lots of butter is that in this here house, on this here island, where there are no bakeries, or any other shop, it's me who has to bake the baked goods. But I have sooooo much work to do on the essay due this week. That's probably indeed why I'm cravng fat and sugar!
I WANT IT NOW.
I keep hinting that the nicest present (birthday, mother's day, any day) for me would be for my boys to bake for me. I bake for them all the time. I want to walk through the kitchen, oh so carelessly happen to find a freshly baked item cooling on the bench, casually slice a bit off and eat it. Just like that. Carelessly.
It's never going to happen is it. I won't even bother to punctuate with a question mark because that was a flat-arsed statement. Not a question.
Oh boo hoo.
What do we want? Baked goods!
When do we want them? NOW!