
When it came to grandparents I felt that I’d been royally screwed over.
Always thinking of the next meal...

If you are not Italian, chances are that you don’t know what polenta is let alone what to do with it.
Curd – it must be the unsexiest word in the food dictionary. Can you come up with any others?


If I had my way, I would have my deluxe breakfast every day, or at least every weekend, but alas, it just isn’t possible. Sometimes we are on a diet, don’t have the time, ran out of bacon or just feel plain lazy so we end up eating it about twice a month. Don’t despair, though. There are other options available that takes a tenth of the time to prepare with very satisfying results. These scrambled eggs are so quick to prepare that you can even prepare it on weekday mornings!
Little Gabriel loves these muffins, even though he has no molars to chew them. He is slowly learning to feed himself, playing with food in his tray and turning everything into crumbs and mush. Lovely. At least he enjoys himself.
We all know the saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. Hmmm. What about women? I know for sure that this old adage applies to me very well. On lazy weekend mornings while we still recover from Gabriel’s wake up drill I would nudge Neil in bed and start fluttering my eyes at him. Then he knows. The potato monster wants her hash browns for breakfast. And not just a tiny ladies’ portion, but a humungous heap of crispy, buttered potatoes sprawling over the plate’s rim. With a groan and a moan he would pop into the shower and then go downstairs to cook our favourite breakfast. Without blinking I would eat his share too if he’s not fast enough. To complete the meal we usually have a few rashers of bacon, eggs fried in olive oil, baked beans and buttery mushrooms. A complete English breakfast. After a hard week’s work we all deserve it, don’t we?
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