The smile spread across her face as I brought the plate to the lounge room. She hopped up on the couch beside me, sitting forward in anticipation as I brought the warmed up choc-chip variety to her mouth.
We’ve been eating a little bit of extra chocolate/sugary sweets/cake lately, being Easter and all. And although I’m still very aware of my earlier commitment to take it easy overdosing on the sweet stuff while ingesting caffeine, it IS the long weekend, and I didn’t slave away Easter Saturday night, only to wake up on Easter Sunday and bake this in the morning:
to not then eat, and enjoy my own creations? With my baby girl no less?
I’m grateful for our hot cross bun moment today.