Shortbread and Sh**faced
Aaaaaaand I’m drunk. Well, tipsy. Four glasses of red wine, no dinner, and about nine tiny curried shortbreads later. Now I remember why hanging out with Livy can be so rockin’ — fresh baked, hot-out-tha-oven curried shortbread is nothing to sneeze at. It’s something to cram into your mouth until there’s no room for air, […]