I was about 18 when, not so kindly, I reminded my mother that a decent Sunday lunch consisted of three courses. When she heard my more than nerve-wracking comment, she responded the following: “If you want dessert, go and bake some yourself.”
I was about 18 when, not so kindly, I reminded my mother that a decent Sunday lunch consisted of three courses. When she heard my more than nerve-wracking comment, she responded the following: “If you want dessert, go and bake some yourself.”