Earlier this morning I set to and made some buns. When they were cooled I hunted high and low and couldn't find any of the nozzles to go with my icing bag, so I decided to make them into butterfly buns. I made the buttercream and if I say so myself they looked particularly scrummy.
Youngest Junior Overall helped himself to one and promptly spat it out. When I had a closer look at the jar that should have contained icing sugar, I found it contained cornflour.
I decided I could salvage the buns by scraping off the horrid "buttercream" and as I went to pick up the first one, my sleeve caught the wire cooling tray and the whole lot ended up on the floor.
To add insult to injury, I was telling Youngest Junior Overall I couldn't find the icing bag nozzles. He admitted he had been on washing up duty last time I baked and he assumed the nozzles were disposable and had put them in the bin.
I give up.
Morning MrsO.....there are times when living alone has its advantages....
I was going to say....you know where everything is but that doesn't explain the missing birthday book, cheque book and about a dozen indoor plant pots....plus the Avoca scarf that I treasured.... :-(
Here at work they put up a little notice in reception each day. Today's is some days you are the pigeon and some days you are the statue. Today Mrs O you are the statue - splattered with cornflour over you and the floor! Go back to bed until tomorrow.
I'm pootling on here looking at booking a London show....Les Mis maybe... but the prices are eye watering when you add getting there and a nice meal....x
commiserations Mrs O, just the sort of thing that happens to me too, shame after all the effort and time put in. A friend of mine in her cups after a night on the town gave us all a cup of bisto instead of coffee to sober us all up ! it did the trick in minutes!