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

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 

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