Wishing I hadn't had a sourdough pancake for breakfast. Sore tummy, nasty smells. Oh well so much for that experiment.
Lunch was a turkey drumstick and some leftover pumpkin bake. So, bake to primal again.
Yesterday in an attempt to use up a surplus of milk I made my first ever baked custards, quite the success. Knowing that my husband doesn't like custard I called them "creme brulee" instead. He seemed to like it though he did ask "has this got custard in it?" Ha, ha. I simply reassured him that it didn't have custard "in" it. Sneaky huh?