Holibobs hiatus
No recipe this week. Mister Baby is having far too much fun ruining the West Country with his grandparents.
A serving suggestion: harissa tofu
Poor Mister Baby. Having such spectacular bowels isn’t always easy. The Patriarch has returned to work after a brief but delightful holibobs, so today we were back as a dynamic duo. After our usual jaunt to Costa, the morning continued well until one of Baby’s calamitous events. I had just started running his bath. To… Continue reading A serving suggestion: harissa tofu
Daal Chips (Fries)
We all hope our children will be the masters of their own destiny. Ours has started young by ensuring he will be an only child. Regular readers will be aware of just how much of my life is spent at Costa. Mister Baby usually has his morning nap there since the routine and the noise… Continue reading Daal Chips (Fries)
A serving suggestion for balsamic and sherry reduction and also humility
Having children is character building, in the sense that they slowly erode all your essential being and moral fibre, so you can only build up from there. Today, I sacrificed my glasses for watching fancy foreign subtitled films. Baby is so obsessed with my reading glasses that I offered him these in the hopes of… Continue reading A serving suggestion for balsamic and sherry reduction and also humility
Luxury Flapjack
Oh, adulthood. Mister Baby spent yesterday in full honey badger mode – shrieking, running, cuddling, and roaring. He is an adorable bundle of WTF. Despite still not really getting much sleep, I’m no longer able to drop off if I go to bed at 7pm with him, as I have done the past eight months.… Continue reading Luxury Flapjack
Mejadra-esque
Oh it was an exciting few days at the Grandpoops. We went to John Lewis and Mister Baby had his first bit of scone and cream (no jam, obviously we are middle class enough to be holding out on the refined sugar). He was bamboozled by his introduction to the world of soft play (I… Continue reading Mejadra-esque
Clapped Out Mezze
The ordeal is over. The Grandparents are back from holiday. Three and a half weeks of Mister Baby care without assistance during the Patriarch’s extremely long working hours. A trip to Manchester. A family party in Leicester. Mister Baby deciding that when other adults were available, he would only go to Mummy and Daddy. It’s done.… Continue reading Clapped Out Mezze
