When domestic bliss = anthropomorphosis

When one has misplaced one's canvas, then ham and cheese will do.

Sometimes it's easy to tell that I've been shut in all day because of bad weather, trying to keep two small kidlets amused. For example, when dinner looks like this:

A short one...

Butter, flour, eggs and a pinch of AAAAAAARRRGH!

I have always wondered why crumbly pastry with lots of butter is called 'short' pastry. I think it's named after the length of one's temper when one is trying to roll it out and to fashion it into any kind of recognisable shape on a warm day.

These bikkies better be bloody worth it, I tells ya.