Hurricane Saffron

Cooking up a storm

Left to her own devices one lazy Saturday afternoon, I ran to check on Saffy when the thuds and bangs coming from her room got suspiciously louder, only to be greeted by a rubble of toys and a sweaty minx. Her reply to my "What ARE you doing, Saffron?" was a matter-of-factly "Saffron is cooking", and a smile that made it clear she was well pleased with herself.