When Dad and his wife come to stay I have to up the ante when it comes to meal times. They are foodies. There is no more "oh we'll just have poached egg on toast" or " use by dates are more of a guideline anyway" Not only do I have dinner but I have to think of lunch too. That's 2 meals per day! My poor wee brain can't cope. I love my food but am more of a n eat when I'm hungry girl. ( okay woman! )
Last time they came we had;
Roasted pear, toasted walnut and feta salad,
Pan roasted chicken with olives and vine tomatoes on bed of spinach with lemon courgettes,
Linguine with Pork polpette with lemon, chilli and pine nuts in a tomato, garlic and spinach sauce.
Steak and chips
Pulled pork and jerk sauce. Chilli Chicken
Pasta with a variety of sauces
The occasional roast
Most meals have a Mediterranean feel as dad is not a lover of things spicy/curry. I may try and inflict my chicken sag aloo.
I am writing this as I pat my Cheese baby belly. It's made up of the most wondrous cheeses washed down by equally wondrous wine, gin, sherry. Would that constitute a meal perhaps? Actually the amount of pre dinner drinks and nibbles often do constitute a meal!
Any meal ideas for their next trip which is looming, I mean in 2 weeks as they arrive for the Le Tour. I'm running out of ideas.
I am lounging in the garden mid afternoon finding off a tardy hangover ( Berocca do your thang) and wishing for a few zeds.
She -ra is lain beside me having a revision break. Also employing delaying tactics as she keeps throwing a deaf one to my mantra of "get back to your revision "
Delaying tactic 52 - spray mothers back with sun cream several times whilst she is dozing. This causes much hilarity as I spasm from the cold spray of Piz Buin.
Delaying tactic 55 - rub cream into mothers back then draw a huge penis in the cream on her back. More hilarity. I am shrieking " get that penis off my back!" Whilst also wondering about the amount of detail she put into said drawing.
Delaying tactic 56 - rubs cream liberally all over back but doesn't avoid the recently purchased expensive bra. " mind my bra mind my bra" "I am !" She harrumphed. "Undo the strap" I urge. Result! Back to those revision books in a flash
She-ra has had her last day ever of school. Year 13. Done. 'A' levels underway. 1 more exam and she is done. The last day of school seemed to revolve around planning where she and her pals were going to go drinking. This is the default position these days.
In the afternoon we got texts to let me know there was a leather jacket purchase.
Then texts such as this
At about 9pm a very happy slurry thing fell through the door. She talked gobbledy gook. She showed off her new purchase arrived back downstairs in pjs, gabbled a bit more and disappeared to her loft room. I believe she conked out and was out for the count when I peaked in later.
When she left for 6th form at 0730 in the morning earlier that day excited about her day ahead she shut the door the behind her and set off. As I locked the door I had a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat realising it was the end of an era with my youngest child. Job done.