After cooking a very complicated meal, what could be better than a wee sing song?

Having a wee sing-song has become a bit of a weekend evening tradition in our house. It's rather cathartic and so far no-one in our hoose has complained. Biggs plays a mean guitar, man. He's super fast.

Our meal tonight was courtesy of my sister-and-brother-in-law who gave us a subscription to this thing for Christmas; every month you get a wee packet through the door with a recipe for some kind of curry and side dishes along with all the spices you'll need, measured out in small packets. It's great because even though we cook curry a lot, we are not so adventurous so this gives us an excuse to branch out. Tonight's feast contained, amongst other things, pickled carrots. Muy caliente!