i had a moment of flashback just now.
i am coming to the end of a dish of delicious peanuts, which, when salted, go very well with red wine.
since you ask, i have 18 peanuts left...

it was then that i remembered the determination to make my sweets, my easter eggs, my apple pie, last longer than my sisters'.

we had some great silent battles - chewing a sweet so slowly as a kid that i am convinced i reached puberty before i swallowed it.
but easter eggs brought out the worst in us - i am sure there was one year, when i still had some left in july.

my sisters are still around, but they live miles away.
i am tempted to phone one of them up and issue a peanut challenge.

this ability to make food last a long time is not a skill my dog is blessed with however.

so maybe i'd stand more chance with her!