A Delayed Easter
It's been a while. I've been busy having back ache. I have also had Easter. I know it's perhaps a bit yesterday to talk of Easter but that's all I have to talk of at the moment, unless you want me to talk of ligaments, discs and ibuprofen with a side order to heat packs.
Mr Him decided that he was not cooking this Easter. Excusable as he does normally do the roasts. So I volunteered the family. Clever that.
However I did put the chicken in the oven with butter and herbs. Then I went to the huge effort of lining up the young adults to prepare the veg.
Miss 22 peeled and washed potatoes.
Miss 18 chunked them for roasties.
Mr 26 prepared the sprouts and showed the girls how to do them. He did say, ' yes, I can't believe it myself.' The reason for the disbelief is that Mr 26 couldn't cook an egg barely when he moved in. Mr Him taught him sprout preparation a couple of xmas' ago and now that's his routine task.
What did I do? The chicken. Plus sliced butternut squash. I cheated and bought the squash pre-sliced. Hey, it works!
Any guilt was soon disregarded as the girls equally soon got bored and re purposed the kitchen into a skating rink as seen on this video
And that was Easter accompanied by chocolate.
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