..I shall attempt to eat the entire world (if the LHC doesn’t beat me to it that is).
I have to say, it was my kind of dinner. A small savoury main course to start then a much larger pudding to finish! Marcail ploughed through Deb’s chicken stew in no time flat. I could barely shovel it in fast enough and if I even thought about pausing there was immediate complaint from the diner.After, a quite adequately proportioned, stew and vegetables we came on to desert. Desert consisted of quite a lot of baby rice. The measuring spoon was nowhere to be found so it was made up with a deal of dead reckoning. Even after the requisite 3 oz of follow on formula had been added it was still a somewhat ‘robust’ mix. To this, Mummy added some pureed strawberries making a fine and filling desert.
Which vanished in only a little more time than the entree had taken!
In the (Day) Garden
A quick dash to the counter for half a banana, topped up with a good three teaspoons of fromage frais (the natural variety with isn’t packed to the rafters with sugar!) and finished off with the blender. It was a close run thing but we got to the end with tentative satisfaction. A slight fit with the clean up stage on the face notwithstanding, we were home and dry.
As to the photo. Before the weather turned minging again, with horizontal sleat, it was actually quite nice for the weekend. Consequently, whilst Mummy and Daddy started to get a handle on the garden, missy sat on her rug and played in the sun. It was a bit of a garden fest this weekend. We were off to get some plants and are now the proud owners of a couple of lovely planters, a hanging basket, a hydrangea for the front and a strawberry planter with 8 strawberry plants in it; which are not yet dead. I figure we’ve got a couple of years practice before we have a distraught child on our hands when we kill her lovely strawberry plants.