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August 25, 2009 No Comments

I spent the weekend catching up over many vodkas with old quik friends {then nursing a hangover the next morning} trying to figure out a way to fit a lovely new, and spacious kitchen in to the boys miniscule current kitchen, seeing the parents, dog sitting, dog walking through the fields by my parents house, accidentally missing half of the x-factor {agh! But we did get to see the xtra factor! Phew!} and a birthday party and eating toad in the hole for the first time ever.

That’s right people. I am 28 and I had never had toad in the hole before. I always imagined it would be something I’d not like. And when I get it in my head I won’t like something, I usually don’t {olives, coffee and Worcester sauce are perfect examples of this……ugh.}

But you know what, the boy made it and it was lovely; if I remember correctly there was a little rosemary and some red onion in the Yorkshire pudding, he put crème fraises in the mash and we had some posh looking sausages.

I won’t however be trying olives in the near future, so don’t get any ideas.

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