Great supper.. great indeedo.. a mad day for Mrs Fitz.. and a not as mad yet maddening day for me also..
Is cool.. we strong together x
Feck ’em all.. x
A supper of spaghetti bolognese.. not a deep winey baconey number tonite.. yet I must say a more than passable number..
Good mince, carrot, onion.. stock.. chopped tommys.. dark balsamic.. simmered away.. till firm and ump-tuuu-ooous..
A fry of breadcrumbs.. Italian mix.. and a splodge of pimped up Mrs Middleton’s roscoff garlic oil..
They frickin work man.. like REALLY frickin work..
Make the dish taste real clean..
And in the foraging stylee of my pal the novice gardener (although am not all together convinced on the ‘novice’ part!)
A splash of parsley.. ‘foraged’ from the back yard x
A tremendous supper.. we both happy x cool x