‘Oh, will you PLEASE get a move on!’ huffs my mother. ‘I’m telling you now, that beautiful quiche Lorraine will be soggier than my late Aunt Sally by the time we get home.’ My dad and I look at each other and burst out laughing. Good old Mum. Never one to let psychological completion get in the way of good shortcrust.
From sobbing with emotion to howling in 0.5 seconds flat pahaha
