Small earthquake in Chaz'z kitchen. Not many dead. Probably.

[desperance]

It's either an earthquake or a brief-but-vicious war. Or I had two people round for dinner and served an uncomplicated three courses. Sheesh. You would not believe the chaos. And yes, it is to do with the smallth of the kitchen as much as my inveterately messy habits; but yes, I did indeed wash up as I went along; and still. Sheesh. Also aaargh.

*girds loins, sets to it*

[Also? Ciabatta yum. Cracked that, I think. But one more note to self: when inventing a ginger-and-pear puddingcake, it really would help if you remembered to put the ginger in. Just sayin'...]