DD1 and GS departed today after a fortnight's visit which was lovely. Felt a bit flat after they'd gone and didn't get on with cooking dinner, so then it was a case of raking around and making something up from ingredients to hand. Made some pizza dough in the bread machine, slapped some passata onto it out of a jar, plonked some anchovies on it out of a tin, grated a piece of Gruyère cheese that's been kicking around for a while, and a small bit of Lancashire cheese, and sprinkled all that on. Put it in the oven. Took it out when cooked. Ate it with . Delicious! I shall do that again .
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?
Things you find stressful that other people don't notice.
How do you acknowledge Easter.