Kedgeree and memories

*This is a tale of two blog posts.

The first is a brutally honest, self indulgent, pondering the mysteries of the universe and thinking back to this date one year ago. But I've just done that one "live" at housegroup and I don't want to go there again. Pray for me if you will; I am sad tonight.

The second has more to do with a delightful little girl you know as Little Fish and her ability to reinforce the fact that life goes on.We cooked kedgeree for tea tonight. And Little Fish demonstrated both her ability to make masses of mess, and her ability to eat smoked haddock and hardboiled eggs whilst totally ignoring the rice and peas. Apparently the peas did taste ok once mashed with banana. Ours not to reason why.

After that (and an incident with a black felt tip pen, her face and my feet), we decided to cook a Little Fish of our own before bed
It was necessary to stir the water quite hard, to stop our Fish from sticking to the pan. Apparently bubbles and water just don't work as well as oil and Teflon.

She does have a habit of making sure we get the important things done. The important things being smiles, cuddles, new and varied ways of creating havoc.
Tia

*gratuitous second posting of this photograph (first is lower down in the text, who says I have to be linear?) as it's gorgeous and makes me smile.