She shows up and hands me a warm-from-the-oven lemon meringue pie, a jar of lemon curd, and a can of Spotted Dick.
A homemade. Lemon. Meringue. Pie. Still warm.
I know. I know.
If you want to be my friend, the bar has been raised, people.
Booyah!
As I said on FB, it's not why we're friends, but I can't say it's hurting our relationship.
*That's three times Spotted Dick has appeared in this post. Can't wait to see what new readers that attracts...
3 comments:
I have to say, spotted dick brings to mind some strange venereal disease. I don't think I'd be wild about eating it.
Steamed suet pudding, nothing more. And I think it's a type of pig.
Suet? Really??? Fat? *scoots off to Mama Google*
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