Little Brother and his girlfriend, Pretty, came to lunch yesterday. Babyfather did most of the cooking, as me standing for any length of time is becoming less tenable, and I kept having to perch on my birthing ball to ease out the lower back pains which are plaguing me more and more. We cooked a rolled shoulder of lamb, which we had watched being boned and rolled by the excellent organic butcher whose van frequents the untrendy end of Broadway Market’s food market on a Saturday. We stuffed it with dried apricots (the cupboards are full of dried fruit at the moment, to help me overcome the ’sluggish digestion’ which pregnancy brings on), and basted it with a garlic, olive oil, lemon juice, salt pepper and parsley crust. And served it with roasted parsnips and potatoes and steamed asparagus. I even made my own gravy, which I never do, and it didn’t go lumpy. Followed it with pear and raspberry tart which we’d bought from the always excellent L’Eau a La Bouche, also on Broadway Market. And then lovely coffee and easter egg chocolate, which we accompanied with trashy Sunday night telly.
The excitement of yesterday has relegated me to the sofa again today, while Babyfather has been doing a bit of DIY to finish off the kitchen he put in before he went off to rehab. And for which we went to IKEA on Friday to buy the last few bits and pieces. What a fabulously traditional Easter weekend…