Late Night Supper

Friday - normal Friday. Mostly.

Boys up, TV, breakfast, dressed, washed, out to school;

Alex and I go shopping on the bike at Asda; rucksack full of goodies and then home.

An hour of play and back to school for Tom, home for mushroom soup, then a couple of hours around the harbour wasteland; all grey and threatening, but was OK if chilly.

Toad in the hole and dropped them back at 6, she wanted them for an early start so I got a Friday night off.

Or more accurately ding something else. Late supper was soon organised; she'd been out at work thing and rocked up after 9 in heels, gorgeous dress, looked immaculate, incredible, tall, sleek, stylish.

So I rustled up a spinach leaf, sweetcorn, goats cheese, roasted pine nuts, bucket of cherry tomatoes, and pan fried chicken with a simple mustard oil vinegar dressing. Mmmmm.

Dessert was pears poached in port, served with a choc sauce and a dod of ice cream; we sat in the kitchen and she revelled in having food cooked for HER... :-p

Followed by an amount of wine.