Max and I had a fabulous BC Day. We ate pancakes (grilled peaches in butter and cinnamon on top, mmmmm), made pickles (spicy garlic dill cucumbers and another jar of pickled dragon's tongue beans: I haven't made pickles for years and it's made me feel gloriously in charge of my destiny. Canning has that effect on me - a sort of putting one over on the man combined with pleasure at having what may pass as a skill), Max continued on his amazing Lego Star Wars restaurant board, went to St Anne's to listen to music (which may have been quite good: turns out Max has the same appreciation for listening to bands that he has for shopping for ladies' shoes). There was a great deal of tsking and sighing and a low sort of moaning noise such as a very sad cow might make coming from my darling boy till I gave up and took him to the Inner Harbour so he could indulge his strange passion for looking at Weird Stuff We Sell to Tourists.
Then we came home and had quite wonderful dinner of grilled peppers pureed with feta cheese on pasta followed by homemade oat bars (he got to help pick out the dried fruit and was pretty excited about them). Just my kind of day (bar the part where we can't chill out and listen to music because " the older lady dancing is scaring me")!
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