Are we allowed to talk about Christmas yet? Are we? It's practically December so I think that's OK. In the last week or so I've had my first (few) mince pies, attended a Christmas fayre and bought this:
Combining cats, Christmas and a hefty dose of childhood nostalgia, this is an amalgam of some of my absolute favourite things. Have you seen the television advert? I know that it has been conceived by some heartless marketing man who has calculated the exact level of tug required on heartstrings to make a purchase, but I DON'T CARE. All profits from the sale of the book go towards improving child literacy in the UK. And if Christmas is all about gift giving, then giving a child the gift of literacy, the gift of books for goodness sake, is probably up there with the best of them.
Sorry, got a bit carried away there. And D, being a stalwart Waitrose man, would not approve of me banging the drum for Sainsbury's. Thus, onwards.
There's not much by way of meal planning this week because I'm only home for dinner on two out of the seven evenings. Yes, this week I am quite the social butterfly - and quite frankly it sounds exhausting. Yesterday, D made his famous (and delicious) rabbit pie so he has plenty of leftovers to be getting along with (although he may end up suffering from pie fatigue around Thursday). As for the meals we are having:
Lobster Caesar salad (this is going to be our starter on Christmas Day and we are just making it one more time to perfect the presentation)
Pulled pork cheeks with sherry, saffron and olives served with Spanish tomato rice
Next week's episode will probably be brought to you courtesy of Caffeine. Good eating in the meantime everyone!