First, I conquered my baking curse with this delightfully baking-soda-free batch of "mini-scones":
Then, remembering we had a fresh Jap waiting to be used (courtesy of The Wah's mysterious sire, The Ancient Man), I backed up to create a delicious pumpkin & chickpea dip:
Then I dolled myself up all nice and pretty, and went out to one of those funky young people's clubs where they do young people's things and listen to young people's music with the doof-doofing and the $17 vodka mixers and the INCESSANT MOBILE TWEETING.
Actually I stayed in, put a rinse through my hair, a clay mask on my face, and watched David Starkey:
Just call me Nigella, folks. Just call me Nigella.