Today I shall be mostly eating Madeleines. This is not on account of a drug induced feeding frenzy nor of a sudden gluttonous urge, but on a failure of basic cooking sense. I blame LBC – for those beyond the shores of Perfidious Albion, LBC is a “talk in” radio show that makes having ‘flu a distinct pleasure in comparison. My hands were too busy weighing, whizzing and being burnt to turn off the repetitive moaning which was turning my mind to jelly and making the Madeleines stick in their moulds. In fact ranting presenters and omniscient taxi drivers were blameless. It was the omission of a smear of butter in each of the tiny shell shaped moulds that was causing the carnage. I now have to deal with the temptation presented by 32 warm Madeleines, of which only 8 have the credentials to be photographic models. As in real life, the ones unsuited to be models are full of warmth, character and charm…… and chocolate.