For the past week, my mother's been whining about wanting an apple tart. Finally, I got fed up and baked one on Friday, plus vanilla ice cream (which I did with Splenda in case she decided not to break her diet in the end). The whole tart (24x5cm) got demolished in a day. (I had none. :) )
Yesterday I had pancakes, which were delicious, but wreaked havoc with my digestive system. (How is it possible to be ill so quickly after eating something I shouldn't?) And today, I ate too much at brunch and then had pizza for dinner, neither of which agreed with my Glucophage.
Pah. I'm not normally this bad, really...
Yesterday I had pancakes, which were delicious, but wreaked havoc with my digestive system. (How is it possible to be ill so quickly after eating something I shouldn't?) And today, I ate too much at brunch and then had pizza for dinner, neither of which agreed with my Glucophage.
Pah. I'm not normally this bad, really...
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