Simple chocolate chunk cupcakes for the painters at Zac's tonight.
Husband came into the kitchen just as I was licking clean the bowl. 'That's something I've never wanted to do,' he said.
'Didn't your mum cook cakes when you were little?'
'Yes, but she told us not to eat the uncooked mixture.'
Therein lies the difference. I was brought up largely by my gran who gave me the bowl and spoon to lick as a treat. (We had simple treats in those days: a bowl to lick, a bar of Five Boys chocolate or sixpennorth of chips from Johnnies.)
Did you - do you still - lick the bowl?