Chips have become something of an UborkaHaza standard lately. I peel the spuds in the afternoon and leave them in a bowl of water, which soaks some of the starch out. Pete coats them in oil and cooks them in the oven at 200, along with the sausages or pie or whatever I found in the freezer the day before.
Tonight it was Sainsbury's Taste The Difference British Pork Sausages with Caramelised Onion, which is a lot of capital letters for one packet of bangers. They were nice, but the sicilian ones we had last week were better. They were served with organic carrots, peas and gravy.
Earlier, Bernard and I had a strong disagreement about whether or not he would eat his chicken. He wore most of it, and then sweetly scoffed all of his pureed fruit compote for pudding. I don't know whether this should be discouraged or not; I don't want him to be hungry.
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