Kinderessen

They had a curious tea last night, my humans. Namely black-eyed peas, parsnip chips, steamed carrots and broccoli, and a couple of Bernese sausages. The Bernese are not great; like Frankfurters wrapped in smoked bacon, they have something of the children’s food product about them, although apparently they are considered fit for adults in Germany. Martin bought them by accident (he wanted bratwurst, an altogether more grown-up sausage) and wouldn’t buy them again, but they’re not bad enough to throw away, so they will be used. Besides, Annie rather likes them.

Thick, crisp and slightly sweet, the parsnip chips were great. (Or so M told me. I’ll take his word for it. I’m with the French on this one and believe parsnips are for horses.) And the black-eyed peas seem to be a bit of an enthusiasm at the moment. This is probably to do with the prolonged honeymoon period Martin is enjoying with his pressure cooker, which does them in fifteen minutes. They will be back on the agenda tomorrow night in rice-and-peas (to go with peanut butter and chilli chicken). Tonight A is working so M will get home, feed and medicate my sister and me ineptly (he always has to peer at the labels and check the calendar before we get our pills and, more importantly, our tea), and then he will probably eat an inappropriate combination of leftovers, as he usually does when alone.