These were the sweet words
the tweenager mentioned yesterday.
"Actually I told them you can make shortbread,"
he added. Sort of quietly.
A few hours before he needed it.
So I pulled out the trusty Kenwood
and my grandmother's recipe,
and shortbread it was.
It's a fail-safe recipe which my grandmother,
being Scottish, could make by heart.
And not surprisingly,
there isn't a single bit left!
All images & recipe: blue fruit.