There’s something particularly nostalgic about sausage rolls. Maybe it’s something to do with the mandatory birthday beige-buffet that seemed to set a precedent for children’s parties; if there is a birthday cake, then you’ll more than likely find a few of these guys kickin’ about too.
It’s an obvious fact that January is a month saturated with extreme diets, obnoxious detox regimes; (guilty) And drinking pretty much nothing but bottled water and green tea in the sincere, devastatingly bittersweet hope that we can solely endure a dry run throughout January without tippling a few shandies; PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN – However, Saturday turned my house mate and very good friend a year older, so typically; we drank, we laughed, we had fun… And I played chef for our party guests.
Everyone loves a bit of bread, don’t they? The unequivocal ancient masterpiece that we quite frankly, take for granted these days. Whether you have it in the morning as toast or as an evening bread & butter pudding dessert, it’s a staple we all subconsciously worship. So throw out your value, supermarket loaf that is taking up all the space in your fridge as you try to salvage a few more days of health out of it and get yourself into the kitchen.
