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Yesterday I made a glutinous Banoffee Pie for the first time in my life, so sweet that my son actually failed to finish it. The Banoffee Pie There's been a theme to desserts recently: (1) we've had some; (2) they've all been baked, brown and packed with sugar. The Salted Fudge After we came home from a brill 1970s stylee driving across Europe holiday (all 2700 miles of it, mostly un-air-conditioned, once we'd realized how much fuel aircon uses, and how pricey Italian petrol is), I felt the need to end August with a violent burst of baking. Suddenly, the dormant bread machine was mobilized, and produced streams of chewy pitta bread, and white loaves with glorious tanned muffin tops to match my own. We'd spent all our money on French motorway tolls, so I immediately reverted to type, and behaved as if we were in the Second World War, except with bananas. Out came the houmous recipe, and we all had to suffer through weeks of dubious chunky chickp...