Sitting in the shade at a cute little café centred slap bang in the middle of a park is as good a place as ever to write blog posts. However as it draws closer to midday and the morning coffee/cake crowds disperse, the lunch smells start wafting by. Tantalising. The dad and small child seated at the table next to me have just ordered a rather large bowl of chips, and that juice I ordered over an hour ago is no longer cutting it in the stop-the-tummy-rumbles department. It’s times like this where I berate myself for not packing a small snack to consume on the way home, to keep the blood sugar levels from nose-diving to a babbling bambi level before one has a chance to prepare a decent lunch. Because when you’re starving, making lunch seems like an all too Everest task. This Chocolate Sultana Slice isn’t the healthiest of specimens, but hey it ain’t as indulgent (and heart-stopping calorific) as a brownie and it transports well. Continue reading
