That was a baked potato and a half, said the Missus just now, and she did not misspeak, Gentle Reader. The one in question was twin to the one I'd just polished off, the set having been purchased yesterday by myself on my Holland Village jaunt. It's fair to say the taters were of epic proportions and required expert baking and general tender loving care, as supplied by our resident MasterChef.
Completed with a filling of tuna and sweetcorn, with a bit of salad on the side, they constituted a Sunday dinner to remember. And I will.
No comments:
Post a Comment