I’m pretty obsessed with Australian Masterchef. I tape it and watch back to back episodes when Mr B is working late and I have control of the remote. I even had a dream in which one of the judges was my husband. ( It was Gary, if you’re a fellow fan and you need to know whether it was him, George, or Matt I was married to.)
Anyhow, some of this gourmet goodness must be seeping out of the telly and into the general ether of our house, as the other day, Little B presented me with this playdoh creation…
Cue the usual conversation with a 3 year old upon being handed something you’re told is food:
“Oh thank you darling, that looks lovely! I’m going to eat it all up for my dinner. What is it?”
“Horse in Lemonade.”
Horse. In Lemonade. This from a girl who’s palette extends to chicken dippers and fish fingers with lashings of ketchup. I expect Heston Blumenthal to be knocking my door down within the week…
