the man called uncle

uncle david has featured as a blip before. he came for a sunday roast and, as usual, he was impeccably turned out, but he surprised me when he uttered a swear word (bloody fantastic) to describe the victory of his beloved luton beating norwich yesterday.
a new recipe of treacle tart (adding eggs to the mix of breadcrumbs, lemon zest and treacle) transformed this pud to new heights of calorie counting! - but who cares? yummy!