Right, I've now got so desperate that I'm having to resort to taking pictures of the sunrise – and to be fair, it was an absolute corker to kick off Valentine's weekend. I did for a minute wonder if Croydon was on fire (yep, that's our distant view, how lucky we are) – but no, apparently it was just mother nature kicking off the romantic (??!!) weekend with some fire in her early morning belly.
I did what I do best and that was to sensibly avoid actually baking something, and instead beat the hell out of some biscuits and mix it with a lot of melted chocolate. Here, my biscuity-choc surprise, with one of Charlie Yallop's gorge cards from Mr H to set it off beautifully. (Google him – he paints canvasses and sells them either 'in big' as they are or 'in small' like on a greetings card..). Charlie is also Mark Warshaw's husband..
And Mr H obviously outdid me, with his V for Valentine's giant beef wellington. Apparently this is a portion for two people (can you see where we may have been going a bit wrong all these years??) but it was still delicious , and it honestly did last for another meal. Transformed into crispy chinese beef strips for dinner last night, and I'm not sure still which one I liked more. The dog got the pastry!
Very oddly, I realised that I hadn't had a drop of anything in a triangle glass the whole day – I am extremely concerned about my (lack of) alcohol consumption as god knows I'm going to go down in flames the minute the pubs open and I treat myself to a whole pint! Soon, hopefully, soooooon.
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