“As for those grapefruit and buttermilk diets,
I’ll take roast chicken and dumplings.”
I’ll take roast chicken and dumplings.”
I do have Hattie’s very own recipe for chicken and dumplings, but tonight it’s sweet corn pudding. It’s in the oven.
As per tradition, to mourn the end of a relationship I have scheduled in a private screening of Gone With The Wind. It seems sinful, particularly as it is a gloriously sunny Saturday afternoon and most of London will be cavorting in parks, swimming pools and pub gardens. But I am selfishly drinking myself stupid and wallowing in Scarlett’s misery. Ha ha! There is no better cure for heartbreak than 4 hours of frocks, furbelows and flirting.
Can’t wait to see Rhett at the bottom of those stairs…
