I'm STILL on a quest to make yet more Christmas crap to stuff down my cake hole so I sent Mr Right on a risky mission which involved a trudge through the snow and ice up and down our treacherous hill into town on a quest for a jar of mincemeat so I could make some mini mince pies. As the wonderful husband he is he dutifully obliged and I was able to fulfil my primal urge to bake. Here are my little babies ready to go into the oven
and here are the wee ones after baking
as they're 'mini' mince pies that means I can eat double the amount, right?