But this post is not about my mum, or about being kicked out of our house, or packing... it's about Little Bites of Heaven. Since I read Megan's post about mini chocolate and caramel tarts "... or little bites of heaven" as she likes to call them, I have been obsessed. Poor Phillip has heard me nattering on since June about needing mini-muffin tins. No, no, no, regular muffin tins simply would not do. I need mini-muffin tins. I asked Louisa to borrow Mum's the next time she went down to Katikati (I cleared it with my mum-in-law, not to worry) but to no avail, she brought back the regular ones (she said she couldn't find the mini ones.) I harrumphed and carried on checking out mini-muffin tins when we were out shopping.
Then... Nana asked what we wanted for Christmas. We needed a roasting dish and as I stared off into space (as I tend to do) Phill reminded me about the mini-muffin tins. So, as I tend to do once a desire has been fulfilled, I promptly put it out of my mind. It's quite amazing really. Anyhow, on Christmas Day, there I was peering at the curiously wrapped packet with my name on it; I wondered idly what it was, but then got caught up in others opening their goodies. I peeled the paper back from my package, and there they were! My tins! (That's what's great about me - I can tell you the gift I really want, but then I forget that I told you I wanted it, so it's still a surprise for me.)
|So very yummy!|
|I suppose I have to mention that the plate was full yesterday... and Phill only had three... I'm just not sure WHERE the rest went!|
|Thank you, Megan for posting this delicious, divine and delectable recipe!!|