This morning was quite the trip down memory lane. We did a little shopping, went and joined membership at a VIDEO SHOP, came home and sat and watched movies (and ate) in front of the fire. Perfect School holiday stuff, and just as I remembered my own to be all those years ago now.
Just to add to the mix I walked past the dodgy cake section of the supermarket. You know the section right? The jam rollettes and french rollettes (what is a rollette? Is that even a word?) and found myself being convinced by the girls to throw a dodgy rectangle rainbow cake into the trolley. So I did.
BECAUSE I LOVE THEM.
I’m not sure where the passion comes from. But give me a cheap three coloured cake any day and I will NAIL IT. I have been known, when pregnant, to roll an entire packet of those 6 mini rolls. Yep. All 6, one sitting. Because that’s how I roll. Literally. Over the top of my jeans…
So. What’s your dirty food secret? Plastic cheese? Cheese sticks? Devon? Go on, fess up. Celebrate the dodgy…EMBRACE IT!