Yesterday I stressed out far too much over this batch of tiramisu I made to impress some friends from Rebecca's family. Today I lugging a near-kilo of coffee the stuff down to London in a large baking dish (which I bought specially for the occasion). After dinner was served to everyone, I proudly presented a slab of pudding to the table - I'd even rehearsed an introduction to the pudding should anyone express an interest. Turns out, almost all of them didn't like coffee so the tiramisu was skipped in favour of a bowl of literal raspberries and ice cream... All the more for us I suppose.
Funnily enough, I got stitched up to make gravy for the group again. Turned out really decent this time too. Guess I'm forever a Gravy Man instead of Theomisu.
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