Staying up late to watch the football. Well that was the excuse the boys made to leave the wedding early, my excuse was that I needed to cook dinner. Dinner at 1130pm, not ideal, but we weren’t able to eat much of the very tempting wedding banquet, so I came home, settled the boys in with some tea and Thai nut mix, then got to work with my cinnamon pork chops, vegetable ratatouille, brown rice and a quarter of naughty but nice (and luckily allowed) butternut squash.
Today has been fun, me and the Shimmy Shimmy Bang Bang ladies had two performances today, one at lunchtime, opening the Bookbinders stage at the street fair, and e second at our friend’s lovely riverside wedding. So an active day meant we needed to be well fed. Starting out reheating my parsnip and carrot hash with bacon and throwing in some peppers and mushrooms for extra veg.
Immediately after breakfast I felt a little shaky in the digestive pipes, similar to Monday, have since thought it may be the over abundance of eggs. May post on the board again to seek advice, or try to find a nutritionist to sound it out, anyway I thought I’d lay off the meat for lunch, so made my own ratatouille, roasting aubergine, courgette, pepper, tomato and adding a few slices of chorizo, sprinkling on some cumin and thyme and a can of chopped tomatoes, serving up with green salad and quinoa. It set me up nicely for the wedding this afternoon.
The wedding party was beautiful, a garden gathering along the banks of the Thames by Iffley Lock. Games on the lawn, a competitive Aunt Sally, music, singing, dancing (us), and lots of circulating Pimms, champagne, and raspberry lemonade… Ahhhh… I slunk off to the bar to fetch us a couple waters with cucumber and a straw.
There were plates piled high with cake which we watched disappear to crumbs and the mouth-watering buffets with wraps and hotdogs and coleslaw made our tummies rumble. Luckily we could fish a couple sausages free from their buns and pick out some leaves from the salad, all was not lost! As the revellers sipped their champagne and started to sway from the heady mix of alcohol and music and the pink setting sun, we supped our milky coffees, had a little boogie then said our goodbyes before slipping away into the night for our secret date with our live link to Brazil and our pork chops.
Another temptation survived. One week to go.
