New costumes for ‘T’ and ‘A’

With the little ones entertained at their other preschool on a Thursday until 3pm, it gave me a chance to go out shopping for new Halloween dresses for T and A ((Tara and Amritsar). Amritsar wanted to be a witch on Saturday when we go on our trick or treat hunt with two of the neighbours families. Tara on the other hand wanted to be a Vampire. So one Black cobweb and one scarlet wenches dress later, we finally have suitable attire for Saturday. Thor will remain with his ‘pumpkin’ look and Aaliyah and Caleb are dressing as the witches cats. I also found the time to do a bit of Christmas shopping along the way. The girls are doing a school related outing to another local school, something to do with their extra curricular life skills classes. Sindy is with them and I am entertaining the little ones at home, who are insisting on wearing their costumes whilst indulging in Children’s BBC. I really don’t know how earlier generations coped without the multitude of small children’s programming and the sheer abundance of children’s channels.

I gave Sindy a packed picnic for the girls homeward journey and plan to feed the little ones pasta bolognese, the same as what John and I will be eating later. I’m getting bored with the quality of beef mince the supermarkets serve us up with. For an edible sauce, the beef needs up to three hours cooking time in order to tenderise! Firstly whilst frying the meat gently, the sheer volume of water that the meat releases, essentially steams the meat and then the amount of fat the beef exudes over the extended cooking time, shocking really. Well thankfully we’ve always plenty of kitchen roll to absorb what amasses on the top of the saucepan. I noted in France a much more tender cut used for minced beef for bolognese sauces. Perfect bolognese in 30 minutes. I finally came to the conclusion here at home to just use pork mince (with a similar cooking time) and lots of garlic. Perfection is reached and we all eat very well. Time to put on the penne and heat up a treat, with masses of the finest parmesan cheese.

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A Gay Dad reflecting on life in the Shires of England with my not so famous five and two rapscallion Dalmatian hounds

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