Not my fault
Last Christmas, our daughter came to stay as usual. Now she's all growed up, she's turning into a domestic goddess and will bake at the drop of a hat. Lovely and fine except Mrs G and I are at that stage of life where my trousers shrink by a good inch if I have a good meal and half a bottle of wine. Cakes and puds by-pass the stomache and attach themselves directly to those fat depostits that sit over the kidneys.

Anyway, she suggested we make a tira misu, as she knows that's one of my faves. It was qwality father daughter time - we sourced a recipe on t'internet, went out and bought the ingredients, including a bottle of Tia Maria and a box of sponge fingers.

All went well, Mrs G put her feet up and Sprog and I got on with it. I noticed a bit too late that the recipe said 'serves 8', there were just the three of us. Oh well, it'll keep for a couple of days.

So - an hour or so later there it was, our biggest ceramic pasta dish loaded to the brim with a double-decker Tira Misu lightly dusted with cocoa powder. It didn't fit in the fridge so I put it in the bath - our bathroom luckily has no heating, and it was just above zero degrees in there.

That evening, after we'd eaten I went and got the desert:
"Right, who's ready for the best tira misu ever?"
Mrs G: "Not for me thanks, I'm stuffed."
Sprog: "I don't really like it, I only suggested it because I know you love it."
Me: "OK, well I'll have a bowl."

It was fucking lovely...that first bowl. I hate waste so I forced myself to have a second bowl too - almost as nice as the first; almost.

Next day I had another couple of bowls, OK, I had three. It's not great for breakfast but quite nice after lunch. In the evening I had a big bowl and poured an extra bit of Tia Maria over it too.

I didn't quite finish the whole lot, but came damn close.

I had a week off work last week; went for three runs, a couple of bike rides and a couple of long county walks. I can now fit into the trousers that fitted before Christmas. Just.

Let that be a lesson to me.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 13:36, 3 replies)

Presumably, having kept it in the bath, you all turned into smelly bastards by New Year's Eve?
Have a click anyway. Mainly 'cos I like tiramisu too.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 16:48, closed)

Actually no
Because we took it out of the bath when we took a shower.

Nice thought though.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 20 Apr 2011, 13:11, closed)

Clicks for "depostits"
(aroe_m0rre, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 23:16, closed)