Sunday, 1 September 2013

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Steak, truffle butter, spuds and broad beans - Sunday Fare

Routine - Now in 3D

Late winter: sunrises, flowers - inside and out, preparing the garden for the productive time of the year, malting cat on clean bed linen.

The sun is getting warmer and the days longer. Woo Hoo!

Monday, 19 August 2013

Great weekend

After a hard week, on Sunday I even got time to make soup for Monday night.



Pre-liquidising and adding the sour cream and chives (after liquidising it just looks like the picture in the book above).

And the biggest surprise was the verdict from the boys: "the best soup ever."  I'll have to add this one to the regular meal list!

Friday, 16 August 2013

Routine continued

Kids with colds (they all survived), ongoing heating problems (now fixed) and the washing - the never ending washing (still going strong)

oh, and the cooking (getting back to basics)

makes me glad that spring is coming soon (and that's when you know who gets back).

Friday, 9 August 2013


Wake up (damn early)

Go to work (no photos - this a family safe blog)

Get home (and cook dinner)

Eat dinner (favourite part)

Crash out so that we can do it all over again (purr)

Oh, and in that week, somewhere we also collectively fitted in near disaster (central heating breakdown), near snow (so near and yet so far; so cold and yet so not snowing), and near full week work and school attendance (four out of five ain't bad).

But its Friday now, whoo hoo!

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Monday, 29 July 2013

Plan for the week - three days in


Saturday: chevapis and squash gratin / pasta with broccoli 
Sunday: green chicken curry / rice
Monday: steak, frittes, salade / pasta with broccoli
Tuesday: bangers and mash and mixed veg / baked beans
Wednesday: bacon sarnies with the lot / toasted cheese sarnie and pear
Thursday: meatballs (take mince out) / spaghetti and cheese
Friday: soup and toasted sandwiches or out to Sammys maybe . . .

Behind the slash is the menu for Mr fussy

Saturday, 27 July 2013


Bike ride done; car picked up from the badlands of Griffith; weather has gone cold so its time to relax with some Goldfrapp on the stereo.

And have little feast on our time (with a cup of tea)

And watch the orchids open

Unfortunately, all this isn't getting the remaining chores done - and there is a green chicken curry dinner to cook.

Friday, 26 July 2013

First Weekend

So, I forgot to take out the mince for Friday meatballs and had to resort to a Jamie's 15 minute meal last night: Chorizo Carbonara. Surprisingly, with a simpler salad than that in the book, it did genuinely take only around 15 minutes. I went a bit overboard with the chilli but the boys were up for it - which was good.

It's midday Saturday. The house is reprovisioned, menus done for next week, and the washing is on the line (in the main). Luckily, in Katherine's absence the bathrooms are self-cleaning.

Time to test the toasted sandwich maker with that leg ham I bought before dragging the kids out for a ride in the sunshine - yay!

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Day 3

Toasted sandwich maker has worked a treat for the fussy eater - the traditional dish of cheese and baked beans toasty given two thumbs up - leaving the other boys to enjoy T-bones finished with truffle butter.

Friday tomorrow and the weekend beckons. Sleepover, movie, bike ride and fondue night already booked - I hope there is some time for the weekend tasks of washing, cleaning, shopping and ironing . . .

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

When the Going Gets Tough . . .

Boys Buy Gadgets.  Because gadgets can fix anything.

Day 2, and the cold hard reality of having to cook every day for teenage boys hit home.  The result:

If all else fails we can now survive on banana smoothies and toasted sandwiches.

Plus a bit of tart.

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Argh! Six Weeks . . .

without the lady of the house around.  Standards will drop. Tears will be shed. But will a new order emerge out of the chaos?  Who knows!  Only time will tell whether this blog becomes a tale of sordid decent into batchelor hell or a story of triumph over adversity.

Day one and an ominous full moon is rising.

Still, the pantry is full . . . for now.

And an easy dinner is planned with the potatoes already baking in the oven.