Elspeth looked up as her husband Phil came in from work. “Hey handsome,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. She shivered as he stood behind her and wrapped his cold arms around her. Then she shuddered as his cold lips brushed against her neck. “You’re cold.”
“Of course. It’s cold out there.” He pulled her closer to him and looked over her shoulder. “What are you making?”
“Wreath biscuits,” she said stirring the pan.
“Sounds yummy. So tell me while I warm up by putting my freezing cold self all over this nice warm person in front of me.”
She shook her head. “Fine. To make sixteen wreaths you take a large saucepan. In said large saucepan, you melt half a cup of margarine over a low heat. Then add 10 ounces of marshmallows and stir until completely melted. Remove from heat and stir in the green food colouring.”
He grinned as she recited the recipe to him. He liked her doing this, standing behind her as she baked and taught him at the same time. “Then what?”
“You add 6 cups of cornflakes and stir until well coated. Divide into 16 even pieces and shape into individual wreaths.”
“Yummy,” Phil said. He sneaked his hand round her and grabbed a handful of the red smarties. “Then what?”
Elspeth glared at him. “Decorate with the red sweets you’ve just eaten.”
“Want them back?” he asked with his mouthful.
She laughed and picked up one of the wreaths, shoving it in his mouth. “No thanks. We'll do it this way instead.”
“Of course. It’s cold out there.” He pulled her closer to him and looked over her shoulder. “What are you making?”
“Wreath biscuits,” she said stirring the pan.
“Sounds yummy. So tell me while I warm up by putting my freezing cold self all over this nice warm person in front of me.”
She shook her head. “Fine. To make sixteen wreaths you take a large saucepan. In said large saucepan, you melt half a cup of margarine over a low heat. Then add 10 ounces of marshmallows and stir until completely melted. Remove from heat and stir in the green food colouring.”
He grinned as she recited the recipe to him. He liked her doing this, standing behind her as she baked and taught him at the same time. “Then what?”
“You add 6 cups of cornflakes and stir until well coated. Divide into 16 even pieces and shape into individual wreaths.”
“Yummy,” Phil said. He sneaked his hand round her and grabbed a handful of the red smarties. “Then what?”
Elspeth glared at him. “Decorate with the red sweets you’ve just eaten.”
“Want them back?” he asked with his mouthful.
She laughed and picked up one of the wreaths, shoving it in his mouth. “No thanks. We'll do it this way instead.”
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