My goodness, gather 'round and listen up. I have something shocking to share. Breaking news even.
My children are *gasp* not pavlova lovers!
I'll give you a small moment to get back up off the floor from the shock.
I made Tiny a birthday pavlova yesterday. Too hot for cake, pavlova seemed like the ticket, candles at the ready, three-two-one: Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!
While Tiny did love the fanfare, the pomp and circumstance, she did not dig on the pav. And neither did the Doctor. It was only my second ever pavlova (thanks to Stephanie Alexander), and it was a good 'un.
Anyone who knows me knows I love cake. And as Jill Dupleix says, 'Never trust someone who doesn't like cake,' or something to that effect anyway. Because I am not happy until Tiny has eaten cake, this weekend I will make birthday cake until I crack her birthday code.
