That my friends, is how a milktart looks after a Craig has picked it up on a Sunday evening, after just having enjoyed a delicious braai for supper and who is now eagerly looking forward to enjoying some delicious, freshly-baked milktart and coffee.
Needless to say, the rest of the family and Chantelle were not impressed, and I wanted to cry.
I’m afraid not even the 5 second rule could save this one (though the little bits I did salvage tasted pretty damn good – and Muffin the cat seemed to like it pretty much too!)
Worse than butterfingers I am when it comes to tarts it would seem…
