Here on the homestead we’ve tried most cooking methods, roasting, frying, boiling, slow cooking, meals-for-a-month, baking ad nauseam. So far so dull. Logistics of mealtimes are hard, the small army needs FOOD about 2 hours before DH appears so whatever it is has to be re-heatable, edible by the masses, mashable for baby, nutritionally balanced, not the same as last night, not poisonous for Clifford (the big red dog) who will steal whatever he can and not too expensive. And yes, I’ve done 1001 interesting things with ground beef.
Not impressed with a cookbook I bought a while back, published by a venerable broadcasting organisation who should have read it. Advertised as “ways to feed your family cheaply and save time and money” I want to know where they shop to get avocado cheaply or lobster and trout on BOGOF!
Answers on a postcard please!
Seed catalogues are lovely things. All pretty pictures and aspirational text. DH wants parsnips, I want peonies.
In the interest of grow your own parsnips win but I get a dispensation for hollyhocks at the back of a bed in an unreachable spot. Its not much of a dispensation given they’re already there but I’m taking it as a win.
Today’s request, from Minima, among others was for ‘a tornado’. Sorry not just this minute. Mummy will do a great impression of one half an hour before Aunty visits!
So, more crochet today – intrepidly (or stupidly) starting on a rather lovely swing coat. Why can I not keep the edges of anything straight? Much undoing and muttered cursing. Still it will be lovely sometime in 2027 when it’s finished.
More digging and delving, not aided by Clifford (the big red dog) who went from big and red to big and black and dirty very quickly.
Thence to big and wet in the bath.
Thence to big, red, wet and in disgrace.
More free exercise cleaning the entire bathroom and children post Clifford bathing.
Swiftly followed by a couple of glasses of Sav. Blanc which wasn’t homegrown.
BackofBeyond isn’t known for the climate appropriate for grape propagation.