• Family 15.01.2013 3 Comments

    I was so pleased that I managed to stick to my meal plans all last week. It was easier to shop too with a plan already made so here is this weeks plan.

    Monday Daughter treated Dad to Domino’s pizza! I finished off the sourdough bread I made at the weekend. Son made an omelette.
    Tuesday  chicken pie using leftovers from Sunday roast
    Wednesday sausage and mash
    Thursday home made soup and bread
    Friday curry
    Saturday, Sunday I’m away so they’ll have to fend for themselves! I’ll put pizzas in the freezer!

     

    I have linked to this at Mrs M’s blog.

  • Cooking, Family 07.01.2013 4 Comments

    New Year, new me! That has a familiar ring to it but I am going to try to get back to meal planning this year. There are now only 4 permanent residents in my home and I tried making a list of things everyone would eat, the list was empty! That’s mainly because I’m vegetarian and my teenage son doesn’t like very many vegetables. Actually he only likes peas and carrots! So I will try and adapt the recipes to be flexible for meat eaters and vegetarians.

    This week I’m going to finish off my Diet Chef food during the week and eat with the family at weekend. I’m trying to eat as cheaply as possible too as grocery bills are getting way out of hand.

    So this is this week’s plan.

    Shepherd’s Pie

    Bolognese pasta bake

    Toad in the hole

    Tuna Pasta bake

    Home-made curry – one chicken and one veggie

    Home-made Pizza

    Roast chicken

     

    I am also going to link this at Mrs M’s blog.

     

  • Men and women seem to have very different ideas about bonfires. Don’t get me wrong, I love a bonfire as much as anyone, especially on Bonfire Night, but I like it to be contained, to be safe, and to be a reasonable size. This is where men appear to think differently. Put a man in charge of a bonfire and you turn him into a pyromaniac. The pile of wood to burn gets larger and larger. The barbecue lighter fuel appears and gets liberally sprinkled on the pile and then matches get struck and the towering fire hazard is lit. A long stick is needed to prod and poke the fire into life, stirring up the wood and allowing oxygen into the pile to get those flames going. Higher and higher the flames climb, possibly setting alight a neighbour’s tree or sending clouds of smoke over the hedge to blind innocent passing drivers. Then small children are encouraged to throw more combustibles onto the fire with scant regard for the sparks and burning ashes raining down on them.

    Everyone else gets cold or bored eventually and retreats indoors for hot soup, a cup of tea or a beer. But the man of the house is out there ensuring everything is burnt. Nothing must remain but a smouldering, glowing pile of ash. Only then is his job done, only then does he resume his normal personality, only then does he become human again. He watches, admires, swells with pride and can finally go home, safe in the knowledge that his bonfire was the biggest, the best, and the most impressive in the neighbourhood.

    The following morning the smell of smoke lingers in the damp air, it is slightly foggy and the men are outside again, the clearing up has begun. The singed plants and trees are trimmed, the ashes dug into the ground and the spent fireworks removed from the lawn. Life returns to normal, men return to normal. Until next year.

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