You haven’t met pure decadence until you taste a Peanut Banoffee Pie, I’m talking eat-in-the-bath-by-candlelight deliciousness. You’ll never want to go back to boring old plain Banoffee Pie…
For me, Christmas is all about feasting. You can keep all your Rudolphs, your santas, and yep, even your Liberty of London advent calendars, as long as I get to feast. And feast I did this week as I enjoyed my first Christmas meal of the season at Paris House Woburn.
Each year when Christmas rolls around there’s the same question that always needs an answer: what to buy the impossible woman? The woman that has everything, the woman that doesn’t seem to need anything because if she wants something she quietly pops off and gets it.
I’m not traditionally a Christmas card kind of person. I’m all for sending the best of the seasons greetings but to be honest come 22nd December I’m kind of sick of glittery robins and nativity scenes. Here’s a great alternative.
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