Dad! The supper last night was the BEST! says my off-ritalin TomTom breathlessly.
The xmas ham was SO good, and the steak was great, and the roast chicken was tasty, Dad!! I had some of everything except salad, he says proudly.
My salad-dodger hates it when his appetite is suppressed by the muti. The meal was Michelle’s pre-Xmas supper to which we’d been invited.
The next day Tom bought two hams, one roast chicken, bacon and a huge matured rump steak. I made sure only the bacon and steak are raw. Tomorrow’s Xmas and we are going to be cavemen!
I picked Tobias’ cabbage and spinach fresh from the garden, boiled it with onions, then drained and added olive oil and simmered with garlic, salt and barbecue spices. Served with big knobs of butter. They gobbled it up after the usual wrinkle-nosed high-pitched HMMMM!? Tom reserves for anything “dodge”. (I had to add a green just in case Aitch does peek down from the clouds. Wouldn’t want to get into trouble . . .)
Actually, we have at least one vegetarian meal a week. If I have my way its putu, mfino & speckled beans. Wonderful stuff. The kids love it, but feel obliged to rev me throughout (“WHAT!? No meat!!? Are we too poor, Dad? This is dodge, Dad! Kinda homeless, Dad! etc etc “). Little shits.