Who needs New Year resolutions? Not me. In the depths of winter I need comfort, comfort, and more comfort to see me through these cold dark winter nights. This means lots of carbohydrates and sweet loveliness. Get away with your cold kale and spinach spewey smoothie nonsense. We’re in the middle of a pandemic, and unashamedly, I need to follow what my heart desires until spring arrives…
If we must be condemned to linger in our hooses, then scoff this bakewell tart and damn the cursed Covid.
Cover in toasted flaked almonds.
Drizzle that icing. Who cares how thick?
Is it cold and freezing outside? Is a virus rampaging through the hills and glens? Then stay inside and stay safe.
Until then, there will be a light that never goes out (cos I’m still up rooting aboot binge watching a series about serial killers).
The link to bakewell tart bliss is here:
ROOTING ABOOT: Voyage to Veganism 