For the last few days she's been asking for Spaghetti Bolognaise with bread and garlic butter, so I told her I would cook it for her tonight. Not having some of the necessary ingredients, I got on my bicycle and biked about a mile to the nearest cash machine, then a bit further up the road to the butcher's to buy the meat. Well, the butcher doesn't sell free-range eggs, only barn eggs, so I then cycled a couple of miles in another direction to go the fruit shop for my 'proper' eggs before cycling home. Phew.
By then, the bread, which I started making last night and done more on this morning was nice and big, so went in the oven. I then had a bash at making my own sausagemeat, made some pastry and made some sausage rolls for lunch. Not really applicable to the story, but you see how busy I've been?
While the bread was baking I made the pasta dough and put it in the fridge ready for later. Made the garlic butter (the butter was home-made a couple of days ago, so I just pounded in some garlic and herbs).
Quick cup of coffee much needed and consumed rather quickly at this point.
I then realised that it would be a real shame to open a tin of custard to go with the remainder of the home-made chocolate cake that OH made yesterday that we are having for today's dessert when everything else is home made, so I set up all the ingredients ready to make my own custard before turning my attention to my bolognaise. Made that and left it simmering away nicely and took out my pasta maker. Getting excited at this point because our most ever home-made meal is just minutes away. There I am, poking the pasta through the machine and making sure the 2.75 year old turns the handle the right way when in walks DD1 with her BF and says "We're off out. We'll be back later." Stifling the scream, I managed to calmly ask, through clenched teeth, "What about your tea?" to which she
SHRUGGED
and said
"Oh, I'll warm it up later" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Her name is BabyChrissy1993, in case any of you didn't realise she's a member of Ish.