Last weekend my dear OH asked if I would mind making a few mince pies for him to take to work in his last week before Christmas. Now I love cooking so I thought I could easily chuck a batch of 24 in the oven. Last night he told me that he had put it on his work intranet that I was making mince pies.... and also fairy cakes too. I don't mind making fairy cakes & thought that another batch of 24 would be ok. He then confessed that actually I need to do mince pies & fairy cakes for 60 people, most of which are Wing Commanders & other pretty high up ranks in the RAF (higher than my OH) so that they need to be extremely good mince pies & fairy cakes... Oh and as everybody has been saying how they are looking forward to it & perhaps I should do two of each for everybody. So now, in the week before Christmas I have now got to make 120 sodding mince pies and a further 120 fairy cakes which will need decorating with snowmen & christmas trees etc as well as cope with a teething 10 month old baby, run my dog sitting business, looking after 8 horses & get everything ready for Christmas! God I could kill him sometimes! Men!!!! Oh, and OH can't even boil a bl**dy egg.
Sorry self indulgant whinge but I feel better for that ?