I'm surprised I've got any teeth left (admittedly, they have been a bit achey of late) considering the amount of sugar consumed in this house during the past week.
I ate the golden toffee apple. The red one belongs to Jay. He hasn't succumbed yet. This is known as Self Control. I've yet to experience it.
Plummy plums - how can you not buy them at this time of year?
They're stewed now. I'm considering making a crumble (there's a bowl of Bramley and sultana compote in the fridge already so that's breakfast dealt with).
These are the culprits where toothache's concerned. Treacle toffee. Part of my autumn ritual. Strange, as I don't generally have a sweet tooth. I'd prefer to snack on savoury things like salted nuts or crisps, or cheese. Which is precisely the reason why I tend not to buy them for myself. Apart from at Christmas...
Jay's birthday cake ended up being carrot (with cream cheese frosting). I know 'frosting' sounds a bit American but it most definitely isn't icing. It's buttercream with plenty of vanilla extract and Philadelphia beaten in.
The cake didn't last long. It never does around here.