Doh!

Since the other half spent some time working in Texas, he has harboured the ambition to recreate the frankfurter-filled bread rolls that he was served up for breakfast. He insisted that he needed to find the right baking apparatus for this culinary delight and when we were away in Cornwall recently, he discovered the miniature loaf tins of his dreams.

He is not a natural cook and had to prepare himself mentally as well as assemble his batterie de cuisine. Somehow today proved to be the day and, in spite of a literally sticky moment, when I had to come to the rescue with copious amounts of extra flour, his long-held ambition was achieved.

They turned out to be amazingly tasty.