On the weekend my mum brought over some of her world famous Florentines & although Roger doesn't much like sweet things, he loves these. Anyway, last night I ate the last one.
I didn't mean to, in fact I tried not to but that last Florentine was calling me, every time I walked past the kitchen cupboard, I knew what was inside. To cut a long story short, he wasn't happy when he found out & so today to make amends I baked a huge batch of these little babies. I'm guessing I'm in the clear now... at least until we get to the last one again!