Before we left India in ‘87, my Nan hand-wrote my Mum a cookbook of her favourite recipes.
My Mum, who had never cooked anything before, taught herself to cook with this book.
She burnt, swore and cried her way through these recipes until she perfected them.
Virtuous Friday begins with the gym. Then a night on the couch with
@heydaaaavey
and other delicious things. And no wine.
(Who am I kidding? Some wine.)
There are several hot air balloons going past our bedroom. Everyone’s getting quite the eyeful and Bosman is barking because he owns the sky and no one invited them.
How my day go, you ask? Well, I managed to lock myself in my own bathroom. Then I broke several bathroom implements trying to pick the lock. Then I had to call an emergency locksmith. Who was essentially an 18!year old with a drill. Who charged me $450. FML
A year ago today, this little goofball entered our lives. Every sock we own is chewed and every morning we’re woken up by a pup who wants a hug. Wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️
Tonight we’re cooking lasagna from scratch. I’ve never felt more Nigella-esque. Imma call these tomatoes ‘plumptious beauties’ and suggestively lick every ladle.
After a busy day romping in a garden, stealing attention from a bigger dog, and gnawing on pig’s ears and random items of clothing, he’s hopefully set to sleep all evening 🤞🏽