The Mistress of this House

The Father of this Lot would appear to be in a mood. I have no idea what caused it, but like Elvis, he has left the building. (Well, he doesn't actually live in the building, but turns up to eat all the food, use the toilet and watch the ridiculously large monstrosity in the living room known as a home entertainment centre). Anyway, for reasons known only to himself, he is not talking to anybody and has gone. I can only assume (and I speak from a wealth of experience) that he is now propping up a bar somewhere with the love of his life. Stella.

Shocked? Don't be. I've got used to her over the years. I can even show you a picture of her, if you're interested.










There she is in all her glory. Do you remember when Princess Diana said 'there are three people in this marriage...' Well, that's us. Me, him and Stella. We've had some arguments about Stella over the years. She usually wins. On the upside, this allows me plenty of free time for domestic delights like child rearing and cleaning. And organising kitchen cupboards with a view to using up all their contents during the next week, which I have just done.

Anyone got a recipe which calls for 900 grammes of ground almonds and half a bag of sultanas?