This year, MIL & BIL joined us for dinner (same as last year) so in the eyes of my in-laws, I am way better than Nigella & Rachel. But in my parents eyes, I am the infidel traitor who dines with the enemy. Can't win, won't win. Anyway, seeing as we've no grandkids to offer up as sacrificial lambs, we are so far down on the pecking order that we're practically invisible anyway compared to my siblings. We only finished work (the seventh circle of hell) on Tuesday afternoon so my prep time was severely curtailed. Because the place that pays the bills was so stressy, I decided to go all 50's housewife on it and make edible gifts for my friends and family because beating the shite out of flour, sugar & butter is very theraputic. Three batches of shortbread, 75 truffles, a rake of Swiss hazelnut meringue bikkies, 2 lemon drizzle cakes and a truly evil chocolate truffle star cake later, I'm almost off the bad stuff... which can never be a bad thing considering my ultra curvy physique.