Dinner Diary: Tuesday 1st October

I found a family’s dinner diary on Twitter the other day, and was riveted. The grown ups ate steak with sauces (midweek), and the children ate Quorn fingers. They all had chocolate mousse for pud. It was fascinating.

So I thought I’d copy the dinner diary family, and start ours on the 1st October, especially as I’ll have my new kitchen by then, and can take arty fabulous photos. Was I mental? OF COURSE I don’t have a new kitchen yet, I still have the old one, where the oven door is lasciviously licked clean by a frequent-guest Labrador.

Never mind, all day long I’ve vaguely thought about making quiche, because Next Door delivered some home-grown freshly-julienne’d coleslaw, and how lovely, to start a Dinner Diary with a quiche? Love quiche. But HA! That was not to be. A crisis involving a cherry picker and a man called Dennis blew up about 2pm, and tipped me into cope-mode, which means doing anything domestic at top-speed and half-quality. At five, it was clear that the quiche was not going to happen. At about quarter past, I realised that fact.

So dinner this evening was Fridge Bum Soup or Emergency Pasta, whereby you fry 2 slices of bacon and then bung in a brick of frozen (home-grown) oven-baked tomatoes (with covert peeled marrow), then leave the eldest daughter in charge whilst you charge around the countryside looking for pony poo to scoop up in the semi-darkness. Eldest daughter dislikes cooking, even more so when left in charge of half-chopped fridge-bum soup (3 wizened carrots, 3 yellowing leeks, an onion, really quite sprightly celery and a stock cube).

Peeled soaking child from pony, rushed home (bloody top road closed, so we have to detour, literally, to the next county). Eldest daughter had done everything perfectly (just in case she reads this), but insisted on using a half packet of linguinie pasta and half packet of ancient Reginelle, which everyone hates because it’s like sucking octopus legs.

Dished up both soup (blitzed, with a few strings of linguinie and a slosh of pasta water) and pasta. On the table were also two heels of cheapo-rip-off Parmesan and Orange Cheese, which is the only cheese eldest daughter will now eat.

Smothered my soup in last of Cheddar, ate it with buttered bread. It was HEAVEN.

Emergency Pasta had lots of rolled tomato skin shards left parked on bowls, and enough left for the dogs. Posh Reginelle was declared still awful. But at least the Parmesan heels are gone, and it’s another dinner dealt with (why are there so many? Day after day after day? Why can’t we all eat bloody cereal?).

Pudding hasn’t happened yet, but I confidently predict it will be a crap wafer bar from the lunch-box-only cupboard.

 

Author: mrscarlielee

Country housewife. Mother. Writer. Wearer of frocks with wellies. Loves Dancing, Frivolity and Good Books. Blog at https://mrscarlielee.wordpress.com/ Tweet @MrsCarlieLee Website: www.thecountryhousewife.com

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