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What's for tea tonight? (#8)

Saturday I didn't really have a proper tea because I'd picked at leftover bits from the kids' tea (was away at my cousin's) - they had gammon steaks, fried eggs, sweet potato mash and peas.

Sunday was garlicky roast chicken, roast potatoes, mini yorkshires, savoy cabbage fried in garlic butter with some leftover gammon chopped up really small, steamed carrots & broccoli, and gravy. Kids had yoghurt / ice-cream for pudding, we had mini lemon cheesecakes later. I also had two raisin & coconut weetabix with milk at about 2am :hmm:

Beef & blue cheese pie with broccoli, spring greens & brussels sprouts, cup of tea and several throat sweets tonight. Might have some buttered malt loaf and/or hot chocolate and/or a lemon yoghurt in a bit.
 
Did you see this moose?
No, thanks for pointing it out :) I'll definitely be trying a vegan version.
Not vegan, but trying really hard - making plant-based substitutions wherever I can, but accepting I'll never give up proper beer, and in some places I go for work, it's almost impossible to do vegan.
 
Last night was a payday curry because I was too blatted from work to even contemplate making food.

Not feeling massively inspired tonight, but might make chicken stew with dumplings.
 
I fucking hate pancakes.

I love them but it's a fucking pain in the arse when you're the one cooking them - you just stand there for hours, churning out pancake after pancake - by the time one child has been served the other child has already scoffed theirs and is waiting expectantly for their fourteenth one, while you just make do with cramming in the ones that are too thick/thin/small/burnt while you're standing in front of the cunting cooker, juggling ladles and smoking hot pans :mad:
 
I love them but it's a fucking pain in the arse when you're the one cooking them - you just stand there for hours, churning out pancake after pancake - by the time one child has been served the other child has already scoffed theirs and is waiting expectantly for their fourteenth one, while you just make do with cramming in the ones that are too thick/thin/small/burnt while you're standing in front of the cunting cooker, juggling ladles and smoking hot pans :mad:
Are they seriously not old enough to be told to fuck off yet sheo? :D
 
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