Bad Lamb

We were going to have home-made hummus with tomato sauce tonight, but while I was at Morrisons I spotted a rolled, stuffed breast of lamb which seemed like excellent value. This afternoon I peeled potatoes and cut up cabbage, and we put the joint in just before going upstairs to put Bernard to bed.

As you can see from the picture, the lamb was mainly a fatty container for an awful lot of stuffing. Eating it was a question of extracting thin layers of meat from between the inedible parts. At least the gravy and the potatoes and the organic cabbage were good, and the house had a very nice meatroasty smell for a little while. I am really quite limited in my knowledge of meat, so maybe this was inevitable. Or maybe I should just learn when a price tag is too good to be true.

Bernard has been quite out of sorts today. For tea he had pitta bread fingers with home-made hummus spread inside, which he chewed on a bit but didn't consume much. Then I offered him the remainder of the jar of Boots Organic Vegetables & Turkey, which was opened at lunchtime, but he found it very upsetting, and screeched until I stopped trying to make him eat it. I mixed up some fromage frais with the hummus and he tolerated that for a while: just enough to earn his pudding. Pud was yesterday's banana slop mixed with rhubarb and raspberry puree, so a bit healthier, and more interesting to eat. He managed all of that, raising the question of whether he should actually be denied pudding if he refuses to touch his savoury course. Still, I tasted the turkey jarfood, and it was really bland. I wouldn't have eaten it.