Tag: sunday

A veritable feast

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We had our best buds Charlie and Jaime round this weekend, along with their oh-so-cute baby Finley. As it was Sunday, we did roast chickens – yes, two of them! – with various trimmings. We started with dolcelatte mushrooms (I’ve mentioned these before, they’re the future!), but Fin turned his nose up at them. It was more than that actually, he threw them down his trousers.

We then had the roast dinner with half-homemade bread. Fin appeared to approve more of this dish, as he half mashed, half ate it.

It’s a bit of a cheat, but I used James Martin’s red onion and balsamic vinegar bread mix in the breadmaker, then made them into a tear ‘n’ share loaf and popped them in the oven to finish off. It was delicious, but a bit oily.

To finish, Barry made his current pudding du jour, strawberry pavlova. As we don’t have a mixer at the moment, he keeps beating the eggs by hand, which takes an age, but I’m sure it’s better than weight lifting at the gym.

A normal photograph was good, but Instagram makes you want it more. I don’t know why.

Weekend

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Phew, we have had a busy weekend of running around! I would say it’s nice to get back to work, but I would really rather be at home, plus Barry’s away in London working all this week. Sad face.

On Saturday, I received a call from my brother, who wanted to talk about work for an hour. Grabbing breakfast in between, we then drove to Next in Bradford to pick up the new living room curtains (very exciting, they look great!), and then on to Wakefield to pick up a coffee machine Barry had proudly won on eBay. It turned out to be an espresso machine and the pot was meant for four cups of espresso, not coffee. Cute, but not what we’re looking for. That will need to be relisted.

We then got home to start listing the old kitchen units, oven and hob on eBay, zapped some leftovers in the microwave for lunch, and got a call from my best friend Charlie, almost on the verge of tears. To set the scene, she, her boyfriend, and baby, were moving on Saturday, and would not accept any offers of help (the baby may have but he can’t talk yet). Anyway, they were moving back to their old house, which they’d been renting out, and it appears the tenants changed the locks. We drove to Otley to pick up the keys from the agency and took them over so they could actually get into the house. Not before a friendly locksmith had charged them £60 callout! We were supposed to go back later for a celebratory curry, but that, unsurprisingly, didn’t happen.

Got back home, I finished listing the stuff on eBay (there’s a big gap between the finishing times!) while Barry got cracking with the kitchen. As he’s away this week, he didn’t want to leave me with a completely non-functioning kitchen, so he was trying to get all the wall units up.

We were supposed to be having takeaway at Charlie’s, and I sadly can’t deal with the unfulfilled promise of curry, so we had takeaway for tea anyway. Couldn’t have cooked, the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it.

There was less running around on Sunday. Barry got cracking putting up doors on all units, putting the drawers together, the handles on the top units, and the cooker hood. It’s made a huge difference – it almost looks finished now! He only had until 4pm yesterday as he had to set off for London, and there’ll be no progress until next weekend now. I’ll get some photos up tomorrow.