I have just grilled a whole tray of organic french lavender shortbread. Yes you read that right. I grilled it and what I now have here is a most unbecoming pile of charred sweetness  I have tried to disguise with a liberal sprinkling of  caster sugar.

Because I plan on eating it regardless.  The baby has been daddy-napped.  The house is blissfully quiet  and Rebecca  is  on the  Dvd.  If it was stormy outside I could almost consider it the perfect afternoon.

So burnt lavender shortbread it is.  On a pretty  plate with a cafetiere of vanilla coffee and some heart shaped sugar cubes.

P.S: Did I mention I am still in my nightie? It’s five o’clock. Too late to get dressed? Yes, I totally agree…