Ahhh, my kids just drive me crazy. I spent 5 hours in the kitchen yesterday making 4 hour lamb with white beans, only to be told that 'you know we don't like stews' before even trying it. Turning their noses up, the cheek. Obviously this is the rod I have made for my own back over the years, giving into their demands, trying to make them happy. Firstly that lamb cost a small fortune, then there's my time and effort thinking I'm making a lovely Sunday dinner for my family. It's a good job that the husband loves his meat whatever form it comes in otherwise I'd be lost!
Tonight myself and my friend are going to be trying out our menu for the Livingstone Supperclub. So I need to make some fruit bread to go with the pate & pesto I made over the weekend. I also need to source some pumpkins for the soup and perhaps some olive crackers to go. Even before the day has really started I can see it not going my way. The Girl needs collecting from school at around 6pm, Anne is arriving at about 7.30pm so if the Girl ends up being late arriving to school that might throw me right out of sync. I think I drive myself crazy more than the kids do.
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