If you've been here before, you know what goes down at Chutney Club. People make a bunch of jars of chutney. People get together and eat them with things, then swap their jars. People have a wonderful time. That's Chutney Club.
Normally there is a good balance of sweet and savoury things. Not this time. Everyone inadvertently made a sweet thing, which meant we basically spent three solid hours eating sugar. Except for David who made butter, so in fact we spent three hours eating sugar and butter.
If I was five, this would be my lifelong dream and this post would be coming to you from a person who was ready to die because she'd done it all. But readers, I'm not five any more. Not by a motherflipping long shot. My dreams have changed and rightly so, because spending three solid hours eating sugar will do things to a person. You know that feeling of having a sugar high? That happened after about 45 minutes. What happened after that I have no benchmark or words for. No words, because I'm not entirely sure I've come down yet. I mean, I haven't had a hunger signal in about 40 hours now. I did take some photos though. Let's let them speak for me.
First up, we see butter by David (background), and toast in the shape of teapots with marmalade by Blizzie.
|Effing cute/effing yum.|
|Also visible: the salted caramel and cream tarts I made. PLease refer to bottom right of image, in front of J's croissants.|
We all ate every one of these things, and from this point on, the photos start to get a little incoherent.
That's partly my fault, because I thought it would be a good idea to give the camera to baby.
Check this out:
It looks like a dream sequence, right? In fact it is a photo Baby took. Somehow he managed to capture the mood of the day perfectly. That kid has a gift.
Anyway, while Baby was getting his Annie Leibovitz on, we were still eating.
Eating things like these donuts Biggie Little made.
|I don't know how that pig got on the table.|
And these macarons Little Wonder made.
|Salted caramel to the left, pink grapefruit to the right.|
By the time the rhubarb and apple tart that Welly made came out, neither baby nor I were in a position to photograph it. I had taken a spot on the floor, where I rested against an ottoman, and watched while Legsley drew some elephants for Baby.
|I love these elephants and looking at them soothes me.|
I don't know how long I was there for, but by the time I came to, the tart had been chopped up in to take home packs for everyone. Lets hope J got a picture of it beforehand. She's always been the more responsible one.
Don't get me wrong, we all had a wonderful time. I guess it's just been a long winter and I feel like part of my brain is still in hibernation and or/sugar coated atrophy. I'm pretty sure I'm no alone though. This came through from Miguel yesterday.
I hope you find your knife guys. I don't have it, BTW.