Lazy Sundays

Our usual Sunday routine involves getting up relatively early to go to church. Once a month the gorgeous husband and amazing son number one are involved in helping at the evening service at church instead so we take the opportunity to have a lazy, family morning at home. We have a big breakfast together and generally lounge around in our pyjamas for much of the morning.

Breakfast means egg and bacon muffins, hash browns, beans, coffees and smoothies mainly sorted by the gorgeous husband. I then refuse to cook again for the rest of the day. Except for chips, because you should know by know that Sunday night is chip night in our house. Even the cat likes to join us for brunch. It seems he is partial to bran flakes, but we are not mentioning that little incident in public.

Boy Food Friday

Boy Food Friday or #bff in Twitterspeak is quickly becoming an institution in our house. I think it started over Christmas and New Year, and there seems to be no going back. It basically means that on a Friday I cook a meal that the males in the house will love even more than the usual fare they are served. This often means chips. I should probably point out that Sunday night is also Chip Night chez Chui. I'm now starting to think that our diet is not as healthy as I thought. Tonight I made Nigel Slater's toad in the hole with onion gravy and peas. We are now all "stuffed as a puff" and can't even manage the millionaire's shortbread I also rustled up earlier in the week. Success!

Please note the pyjamas and dressing gowns. These are essential for #bff - we have a very strict dress code. Slippers are acceptable.