The best thing about neighbours is being able to share food with them.
Sometimes I make things that I like, but Jack doesn’t like, and then it means a lot of food for me. I should try doing this more often.
Where were we? Oh, right. Last time, Andrea made pancakes before the stroke of midnight. And now she had the chance to redeem herself. And all her hopes rest on six extra-large eggs.
Rarely do I ever blog about my baking fails (because who wants to spend time reading about a cake that didn’t work out?). But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.