A Hairy Baker in The Kitchen?

For those wo are in the UK you'll know who The Hairy Bikers are (Dave Myers & Simon King) and they are accidental chefs who are also motorcyclists who ride round the country (nee the world) on their powerful machines cooking delights all over the place.  They sometimes slip into Hairy Baker mode where they bring us the delights of baking, sugary confections, cakes and chocolates when they are not being The Hairy Bikers.  You can follow them on Twitter if you'd like, and you can find them on this link:- http://twitter.com/HairyBikers and on their website here:- www.hairybikers.com/

That said, the hairy baker in my kitchen is neither Si or Dave, no, it's the husband!  Threatened last night, completely out of the blue, to 'do some baking tomorrow.'  He's hairy in sofar as he has a bit of a beard going on and he bakes, so Hairy Baker in the Kitchen seemed like a good title; go on admit it, you've gotten this far on it eh?  Any road up, he's in the kitchen now making some mince pies without the apples because I'm allergic and they give him erm, wind.  He's prepared I'll give him that - not!  Goes into the kitchen first thing and is searching for hours for baking tins, swearing that he had some 'somewhere' well wherever 'somewhere' turns out to be it isn't in our kitchen this morning.  So off he goes to the local store, main roads clear of the old white stuff but the pavements are another matter, like well, ice (probably because it IS ice dear).  The local councils will only ever be interested in salting the pavements when they are sued because some poor soul has gone A over T.  Hubs then comes home with an assortment of tins and bowls and heaven knows what else to do battle in the kitchen.  A small set to occurs when I am taking up the space he wants by getting the dog's dinner sorted out.  Small ripple of bad temper flares and then quickly subsides when dog is fed and he can limber up to do his 'baking' - the husband that is, not the dog; although if he could bake we'd never have to work again, he'd have his own agent and he'd give those talented dogs on the Simon Cowell mega money making machine Britain's Got Talent a run for their money!

See, thought it was too good to be true, he's just come upstairs and asked if he can have the printer on!  You're SUPPOSED to be baking matey, s'cuse me while I go crack the whip!!!

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