Ah! Another breathless, seductive bout of cookery with Nigella.
Major Dickie was glued throughout – still no idea what she was cooking – though at the end he kept muttering about wanting to be “tender filled and puffed up” never mind his wish to be “rolled up and squigged.”
– something also involving chocolate I believe!
What he wanted to do with the Pussyfoot drink I’m afraid I can’t mention before the watershed!
Major Dickie slept with the chickens last night.