I like writing this blog.  All my favourite recipes are collecting in one place, and it’s a good outlet. The voices in my head are weird…even for me, so letting some of the oddness out in a constrictive way has to be a good thing.  It makes me less likely to ask for hug on the bus as least.

Anyway, I usually make a bit of an effort with my recipes or my writing;  and sometimes both.  But not today.  It’s hot as balls, and I can’t be arsed to do anything other than write, “I can’t be arsed” and give you the stupidest recipe from my favourite children’s cookbook.

Lo siento.

Maple Snow

*Variations:

• Urine
• Toil for forty-five minutes with ice cubes and  your cousin’s Snoopy Snow Cone machine for a paltry tablespoon of ice-shavings.