Spot the Deliberate Mistake…

… Plans for our weekend have gone a bit awry owing to sore throats and (probably over-cautiousness).
So, we’re alone and have reverted to type.
Chips and wine here we come. (The forecast for the latter was quite wrong as it happened!).

We did a present-drop instead, and a ‘final-Final’ supermarket trolley dash. There were mountains of veg… Mountains! (I bought a tiny selection. I’m determined to waste nothing this year). However, I did clear out the store of curly parsley. We have been invited to my cousin’s house for Christmas Day. (How kind). I have been tasked to make what is known in the family as ‘Momma’s Stuffing’. (Our Grandmother made a mean stuffing). As the eldest grandchild I was entrusted with The Knowledge.. It wasn’t really a recipe as nothing was written down (much like her legendary pastry). ‘Make it as green as possible’, she said… That’s the stuffing, rather than the pastry. (The pastry is another story). And I do.
My memories of this culinary delight are mainly of washing and washing and washing… and washing the parsley in cold (cold) water until my hands were raw. In my memory there was occasionally blood. ‘No’, she used to say, ‘wash it again, I can see a speck of dirt in the water’.
Of course, these days most children rebel at being kitchen slaves.
I can’t think why.

Happy Friday One and All ! :-)