My glorious sister is getting married soon and foolishly left me in charge of organising the booze-free hen for mummies and mummies-to-be (don’t worry, she’s also having the traditional booze up).
To celebrate this beautiful, talented woman – what else but a Jurassic Hen?
The Easter Cake I made was so big Grandmoo actually froze some and we used the remains as rubble in the Jurassic cake-scape.
Congratulations! May your love never face meteoric extinction xx