Yesterday was one of the few occasions I spent the entire day in the house. As is so often the case there was little to show at the end of the day for my efforts. I did manage to get through nine loads of washing to have it drenched by a sudden downpour minutes before I headed out to unpeg it. So on the line it remains.
In line with this year's resolution to no longer buy biscuits, cakes or any other processed, artificial lunch box fillers, there was baking to be done. This week's effort resulted in two vanilla cakes and a double batch of choc-chip bikkies. Probably not the healthiest options, but at least in my mind a safer alternative to many others.
And further adding to the feeding of the family, I transplanted some seedlings into bigger pots, hopefully ready to plant into the garden in a week's time.
Dinner was a 'drunk chicken', an American dish involving placing an open can of beer under your chicken
Served with vegetables fresh from the garden including this season's first zucchinis, squash and silverbeet
and a generous splash of gravy, the kids have ordered the same again tomorrow.
Unfortunately for them the Tuesday menu will revert to beef or pork.