Ok, so it may not look like much - courtesy of my 'at home' styling, or lack thereof - but I can assure you there was no time for fluffing as the ice cream melted through my freshly cooked banana, honey and cinnamon pudding. Thank you Mr Roelofs, you and your white paper bag can come home with me any time you like.
(You can check out the piece I wrote on Pierre's dessert-only nights here)
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