There is a trouser-size defining equation which I have been thinking about recently - if I were a maths whizz, I could probably explain it very elegantly. But as my son will tell you, my forte in mathematics is breaking everything down to 'noddy maths' basics.
So, in it's most basic form, my theory is that trouser size is defined by the relationship between personal levels of greed and sweet tooth. My trousers are very pleased that greedy as I am, I am not possessed by a particularly sweet tooth.
But there are moments, often in the carbohydrate-craving phase that Autumn seems to usher in, when I really want to eat some cake. Nothing too sweet, no icing or jam. Nothing fancy. But cake nevertheless. And this weekend, I lucked out with the most perfect solution to my cravings - a sticky gingerbread.
The recipe came from Waitrose Kitchen (the October issue) and I can't find it online, which is irritating, because it is really very good. So good that I have stuck it in my recipe collection book. If anyone is desperate for it, let me know and I could take a photo of it and send it to you. Much like the maths homework last week for Mark's friend, who had left his textbook at school. How did we cope before technology?