Dolmio Bolognese sauce V/S Tinned Chopped Tomatoes...

The husband cooked "carri agneau" yesterday...

Apparently it was good. I say apparently cos I don't eat meat myself cos I can't stomach it but them 2 enjoyed it thoroughly. The only meat I eat is poultry and seafood. But this doesn't count cos it's not meat. And I ain't being wanting being called a vegetarian either cos I is a FLEXITARIAN. People who don't eat red meat but anything else are called that. Well, I read that somewhere ages ago. I don't drink milk either but I am a big consumer of ice cream. But that's anuver story.

Yeah so Kevin cooked lamb curry using MY tomatoes yesterday. I mean MY tinned chopped tomatoes yesterday (why buy fresh when it comes ready in a can?) And methinks he forgot to tell me he used MY tomatoes. So here I am, trying to cook a ladaube pomme de terre and at the critical moment where you have to add your tomatoes, I look coolly first in the fridge, for my little black plastic food saver for my tomatoes, and then a bit less coolly the freezer, and not cool at all in the tin can drawer and lo and behold! NO TOMATOES IN SIGHT! NOT EVEN A FRESH ONE! But lo and behold again! There's a jar of MAMA'S ORIGINAL BOLOGNESE SAUCE! And lo and behold a 3rd time! There goes the contents! All in the saucepan, with the potatoes, chopped onions, curry leaves and ginger and garlic paste that have merrily been frying away! (this is actually a show off bit- I'm showing you that I know what goes in a ladaube pomme de terre) Then I add my Mayil Special Daube powder to it.

Lookin' gorge eh? Who wants to come over for dinner? And it tastes good as well.

Damn I'm good!

P.S. Hello to Akash. Love you...

Sup people? Howz it hangin? Just to let the bleddy world know that Kevz laptop has gone bust so I can barely use it to do anything, let alone blog. But my sista has come to see me and she's brought my dad's laptop with her so I'm using that instead. I'm on 3 weeks leave at the mo, which leaves me time to clean up, make tea, and listen to my sister's boring stories about work and life in general. But still, it's nice having her here. Seeing her get excited at the aisles full of chocs and biscuits in Asda and Tesco. It reminds me of when I just came here myself...
No change then. She's still ugly...