Earlier today I mentioned to some friends that I had blogger’s block and no inspiration for what to write about. I had looked through my photos and felt like I’d not taken a bloggable photo for over a week, unless you count the one of a Chelsea Bun and I doubted that people would want to read about that. My friends suggested that perhaps people would like to hear about the Chelsea Bun. Well, they are very good Chelsea Buns from a newish baker to the town, Thomas the Baker. I think they are a small chain, I’ve seen them in York too. They do lots of things that are very tasty and probably quite bad for you, all told, but sometimes I am just plain unable to resist buying a Chelsea Bun and hiding it in my bag until naptime. After my scrumptious little boy is snoozing away in his stripy bed, I sneak quietly down the stairs and to my bag which is still hanging on the pushchair. I take the paper bag-wrapped bun from my bag to the kitchen and place it (not without ceremony) onto my prettiest plate. I boil the kettle and make a cup of tea, resisting the bun until the tea is made. Bun and tea come with me to the sofa and I sit and eat my bun (starting at one corner and then working diagonally), while watching something good on iPlayer. After that, I drink my tea and feel at once happy and bad for having eaten it and also triumphant that I’ve not had to share it with Tiny Tin Bird.
And there you have it: the story of the Chelsea Bun, and how I am trying to beat blogger’s block. I’ll try to do some more interesting things this week to write about!