I was in bed, and excited. Down stairs, in the fridge, sat over a litre of double cream, and it all had to go. Ice cream was therefore the only option, but having decided this, I was now obsessing over the much more pressing issue of flavour. Poblado Coffee and cardamom? Check. Rubarb a rosemari? Why not? But what …
A traditional Welsh breakfast (as far as you know)! For centuries Welsh children have been scouring the local hills to collect blueberries (we did it before it was cool). Granted there aren’t as many foraging in the mountains these days (at least not for blueberries), it still won’t stop me from enjoying the best breakfast …