In answer to the question, it is indeed b. our health and fitness club. I present you with, the chandelier:
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updated to add: yes, v disappointed not one of youse believed this might be in my apartment – do I not exude chandelier-in-the-foyer chic?
After we had returned from the health and fitness club, youngest boy and I made chocolate ice cream. The basis of a good ice cream recipe is a custard. Custard uses a lot of egg yolks, which leaves egg whites and egg whites are best used for meringues, so for desert last night, we had home made chocolate ice cream with meringues. It was fucking awesome. If I do say so myself (which I did, though just mouthing the inappropriate word over the heads of the children, which is just working a treat and they totally never swear).
And do you know, if there was one food I would have sex with, it would be whipped egg whites and caster sugar just as the cornflour is being folded through. Plus, these eggs were French, so I wouldn’t marry them, but I’d totally have sex with them. Whipped. With caster sugar. Just as the cornflour is being folded through.
I’ve gone back to using my picasa account, which isn’t flickr, but will have to do for now.