Category: Food
You are viewing all posts from this category, beginning with the most recent.
Big kid has been eating porridge every morning for a few weeks, which means ten minutes of stirring the pan for me every morning. I don’t mind, I like doing it. So much so that I invested in a Scottish spoon this week to make it easier on my hand, wrist and arm.
Today, in a scene reminiscent of Andy and his carer in Little Britain, he jumped out of bed at 6:30 am ran into the kitchen and proceeded to slice a bagel in half, toast it and butter it all by himself.
A few years ago I had to pick jalapenos off my takeaway pizza because they were so freakishly hot.
Now I have over half a kilo of jalapenos in my fridge and I eat them with everything.
Relaxing morning with the kids.
I’m sucking on stray lumps of Red Leicester while stirring the rest of the grated cheese into thickened white sauce, monitoring the macaroni simmering in the other pan (for big kid and me), and checking on sausages in the oven (for little kid).
Big kid is playing Minecraft with a friend and little kid is exploring space on his tablet.
Wife is having her morning nap.
All in a day's housework
Busy day so far.
New school street comes into effect next month, so to prepare this morning we parked away from the school and the kids scooted in with me chasing after them on my flat feet.
Need to teach little kid how to use his brake.
Had to pop into the school office to ask for a parents' evening form.
Went to Tesco to buy the items that Waitrose couldn’t deliver later.
No time for breakfast, instead peeled, chopped and boiled spuds, chopped and fried onions with lentils, prepared carrots and leeks for honey-roasting, cut broccoli florets for steaming, mashed potatoes and spooned on to onions and lentils mixed with gravy and HP sauce in a baking dish, grated Red Leicester to go on top.
Emptied our general waste bin, wet and dry recycling bins, and the food bin.
Unblocked the kitchen sink with the plunger.
Put my laundry away.
Washed up.
Put the groceries away.
Time for a late brunch.
Wife beefed about the beef (“too salty”) and the horseradish (“tastes like jalapeno flavoured toothpaste”), but otherwise enjoyed the “perfect” roast potatoes and the veggies.
Kid A said he would try the tiniest piece of beef along with some cabbage, but ate neither.
Kid B said, “Maybe yesterday”.
Wife has had a sore throat on and off for a couple of weeks, so naturally she asked me to “get some beef” to cure it.
This reminded me of childhood weekends at my Granny’s house, especially with the hot horseradish sauce.
Big kid always leaves his pizza crusts and asked me to make a stuffed crust instead.
I forgot all about, so just folded over the edge at the last moment before it went in the oven. It’s delicious, but looks and feels more like a pie, and no. 1 son didn’t like it at all!
