biscuits

popped into town this morning to by some corduroy trousers for o-o (it's the cloth of kings!). he was a patient boy in H&M, and did minimal running off so, as a treat, we made some biscuits when we got home. the animal shaped ones are slightly malformed and rather puffy but they taste pretty good. i'm no domestic goddess, i happily lived on a diet of toast and yoghurt before m arrived on the scene with his culinary wizardry, here's hoping o-o inherits his dad's cooking skills...