I was very self-disciplined today: I didn't bake more bread.
I baked these instead; for the freezer, mind.
The one I ate, I didn't really want; I just had to test if these buttery, beautifully flaky twisters, with lots of cheese inside, were fit to eat.
Surprise, surprise, they were. Or the one I wolfed down was. Knowing myself, I'd bunged the rest in the freezer the moment they'd cooled off enough.
So that's ten of them waiting for as many moments of future indulgence.






