So I offered to cook for my parents tomorrow evening, it’s Father’s Day after all. I have it planned all out, and decided that today I’d do some cooking in advance to get it out of the way to make it easier on the day.
Problem is, I chose to cook the desserts. So marmalade muffins and chocolate fridge cake are now ready and filling the house with their smell. God what an idiot I am, I can’t eat this stuff but I have to torture myself with it until tomorrow night!