Kitchen Goddess

I have become a Kitchen Goddess. Over the last week, I have cooked a victoria sponge, a batch of scones (see - only Kitchen Goddesses use the word "batch") and a two-nut chocolate torte (yes - I was instructed on that one by Jamie Oliver).

This becoming a Kitchen Goddess is, of course, all very well and good - but how does Nigella not become a roly poly lassie? The fact that I have made the above also means that I have managed to graze my way through a great deal of it too. Yes, I have shared, but being the cook means that it is necessary to clear things up as you go. For example to make layer 1 of the victoria sponge, I had to cut the top off one of the cakes - to make it flat. And you can't just throw the cuttings away, can you? And when I made the torte, there was more than would fit in the tin - so I had to make another mini one - and what's a girl to do other than use the mini one as a taste tester?

So it seems there is a downside to becoming a Kitchen Goddess - that you become rather rotund. I can see my waist thickening before my very eyes and no amount of ribbety frogs or slippery eels can save me now.