E popped over to lunch with me today and I cooked proper food. Must be Mark's influence. It was about 6 months ago he totally flipped out on me and there in the middle of an aisle, in Marks and Spencers flagship store no less, prized a packet of ready to microwave instant mash out of my fingers. I put it back in the trolley and outraged he told me completely seriously "It's me or the mash! I can't date a girl who buys instant mash". We did however survive the trauma and he's eaten said mash many a time since but I'm, of own will, buying a potato masher to add to my kitchen implements! Now I have since peeled potatoes and mashed them. S was impressed until I told her I'd used new potatoes and left the skins on for nutritional goodness. Apparently you don't mash new potatoes. Learn something new every day!
I digress. So E brought me some of the home made pate she has slaved over. Made from poultry it is super rich and she insists on taking some to the US for her lover out there. The rules on not bringing food in are no challenge to her. "I'll tell them it's bird flu pate!"
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