Thirty giant smartie cookies made after school yesterday (photographed this sunny morning). Phoebe's baking is in great demand at the moment, and these are for schoolfriends.
She also made it clear to me that just because Tom and Alice won't be here from September, it doesn't mean I should stop baking stuff for when she gets home from school. That wouldn't be fair, she says, and she's not that keen on Kit-Kats. (I agree, Kit-Kats are very boring.) I said that if I bake regularly, and she, Simon, and I eat full-scale batches of baking on our own, we would have to widen all the doors in the house.
Case in point: I'd made a dozen madeleines just before she came home (photographed in yesterday's grey gloom), and they disappeared in a cloud of icing sugar while they were still warm. But there were four of us, including a large boy teenager who eats for England.
(If the tablecloth in the top picture looks familiar, it's because it's the one on the UK edition of The Gentle Art of Domesticity. I know copies of the book are expensive and difficult to find, but I didn't realise booksellers were asking this much... ROFL, as Phoebe would say. Thanks to Ida for the link.)