In this day and age of ready meals, quick this and instant that, I'm currently feeling very slightly smug.
Its Louisa's birthday party tomorrow, and she's having 8 or so school friends round for a nice traditional party. There's going to be balloons and Pass The Parcel and Simon Says and lots of other games. There will be real food. There are sausage rolls with 100% pork sausages, I know, because I made them myself - the rolls, not the sausages... maybe next year ;-)
There will be free range roast chicken sandwiches. Ok, I confess. I did not make the bread, just bought it in Waitrose (Oh we're soooo middle class!). And Kettle Chips.
The last is particularly important, as Louisa reported at another party that there were crisps, but she didn't like them. (Not up to her exacting standards!)
Yes, I'm a party snob, and I've spent all of today either shopping for party gifts or cooking. But I'm also very happy in that all the food is real, and made from real ingredients, and lacking in artificial colours and flavours, and cooked from scratch (mostly!)
And I'm now knackered. But I do love my daughter, and I'm not afraid to show it.
Its Louisa's birthday party tomorrow, and she's having 8 or so school friends round for a nice traditional party. There's going to be balloons and Pass The Parcel and Simon Says and lots of other games. There will be real food. There are sausage rolls with 100% pork sausages, I know, because I made them myself - the rolls, not the sausages... maybe next year ;-)
There will be free range roast chicken sandwiches. Ok, I confess. I did not make the bread, just bought it in Waitrose (Oh we're soooo middle class!). And Kettle Chips.
The last is particularly important, as Louisa reported at another party that there were crisps, but she didn't like them. (Not up to her exacting standards!)
Yes, I'm a party snob, and I've spent all of today either shopping for party gifts or cooking. But I'm also very happy in that all the food is real, and made from real ingredients, and lacking in artificial colours and flavours, and cooked from scratch (mostly!)
And I'm now knackered. But I do love my daughter, and I'm not afraid to show it.