Still waiting. And while I wait, I grow even bigger. There is a little goblin in my head who reminds me frequently that as soon as Number Four decides to grace us with his presence, I will no longer be able to consume Cheese Sandwiches and Galaxy Milk Chocolate with quite the same abandon. Far from being able to over-indulge with imagined impunity, the Food Police will be lurking at the outer reaches of my conscience again...
I was very impressed to read this morning about the School Chef of the Year awards, held at the Birmingham College of Food. I still hold a grudge against a certain Mr. Blake, not for the introduction of the school's salad bar which we all thought was the height of culinary chic twenty years ago, but for hauling me by the ear to the back of the lunch queue when he caught me climbing in the window of the school refectory. Well, none of his menus bore any resemblance to the imaginative and tasty offerings the finalists cook up for their school children every day. For just 80p per meal, these brilliant dinner ladies (and one dinner man!) come up with splendid lunches like Spring Lamb Kofta, Herbed Yoghurt, Tomato, Rice, Flat Bread and Mediterranean Salad - followed by Rhubarb and Custard Muffin with Strawberry Swirl Milkshake. For just 80p! Or try Seared Pork Medallions with Watercress and Feta Salad, Mediterranean Tomato Coulis and Creamed Potato - and Layered Pudding of Raspberries, Crushed Meringue and Creme Fraiche, drizzled with Lime and Mint and sprinkled with Chocolate. For just 80p! Quite Amazing. Congratulations to Mrs. Lynn Hawdon, who made off with the coveted title. The children of Middleton in Teesdale are very, very lucky.
Disaster has struck once more. Middle Son has been struck down with the most horrendous vomiting and diarrhoea, so my nights are fragmented and messy again. Smallest Son has the bottom symptoms only and Oldest Son has a science exam. The bank have not returned the necessary reference to the estate agent so it looks unlikely that we will be picking up the keys to the new house on Saturday as planned, and Number Four is nowhere to be seen.
Well, not exactly. At five o'clock this morning, he made a half-hearted attempt at making his presence felt, but it was hardly a serious bid for freedom. Enough to wake me, and enough to have me pacing the sitting room in the darkness with a cup of tea and the early breakfast news for company... but he soon changed his mind.
Sensible chap.
Smoked Haddock Chowder for supper tonight. With Bread and Cheese. And for pudding? Why, Chocolate of course... while I still can.
I was very impressed to read this morning about the School Chef of the Year awards, held at the Birmingham College of Food. I still hold a grudge against a certain Mr. Blake, not for the introduction of the school's salad bar which we all thought was the height of culinary chic twenty years ago, but for hauling me by the ear to the back of the lunch queue when he caught me climbing in the window of the school refectory. Well, none of his menus bore any resemblance to the imaginative and tasty offerings the finalists cook up for their school children every day. For just 80p per meal, these brilliant dinner ladies (and one dinner man!) come up with splendid lunches like Spring Lamb Kofta, Herbed Yoghurt, Tomato, Rice, Flat Bread and Mediterranean Salad - followed by Rhubarb and Custard Muffin with Strawberry Swirl Milkshake. For just 80p! Or try Seared Pork Medallions with Watercress and Feta Salad, Mediterranean Tomato Coulis and Creamed Potato - and Layered Pudding of Raspberries, Crushed Meringue and Creme Fraiche, drizzled with Lime and Mint and sprinkled with Chocolate. For just 80p! Quite Amazing. Congratulations to Mrs. Lynn Hawdon, who made off with the coveted title. The children of Middleton in Teesdale are very, very lucky.
Disaster has struck once more. Middle Son has been struck down with the most horrendous vomiting and diarrhoea, so my nights are fragmented and messy again. Smallest Son has the bottom symptoms only and Oldest Son has a science exam. The bank have not returned the necessary reference to the estate agent so it looks unlikely that we will be picking up the keys to the new house on Saturday as planned, and Number Four is nowhere to be seen.
Well, not exactly. At five o'clock this morning, he made a half-hearted attempt at making his presence felt, but it was hardly a serious bid for freedom. Enough to wake me, and enough to have me pacing the sitting room in the darkness with a cup of tea and the early breakfast news for company... but he soon changed his mind.
Sensible chap.
Smoked Haddock Chowder for supper tonight. With Bread and Cheese. And for pudding? Why, Chocolate of course... while I still can.
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