Here, friends, is my dilema.
About a month ago, just as I though the house was clear of all gluttonous Christmas indulgences, I arrived home - from the gym, no less - to discover a large selection box on my bed, courtesy of my mother. "I'd forgotten I even had it!" she says.
The following week, she made an excellent banoffi cake. "But bananas are good for you ..." I reasoned through mouthfuls.
The following week, she made biscuit squares. "But I cut them into much smaller pieces, so its just a little treat!" Mistake. I ate three times as many, because they were so small.
Let me repeat that. Toblerone cheesecake.
"But ... but, cheese is good for you too ... right ..." I again reasoned. And sure isn't there dairy in chocolate? And biscuits, why biscuits provides fiber ... yeah ...
And yet if I were to complain that she was trying to fatten me up, and she proceeded to stop making nice things, I'd then complain that our house is starved of any chocolatey treats. Loose-loose situation, really.
Lads. I'm off to the gym. Just as long as I don't come home and have another piece of cheesecake as a 'reward' for all my hard work...
Pictures are not actual pictures of my mother's baking skills... due to the fact that I ATE EVERYTHING before photographs could be taken..