First things first. The leftover greek bean and silverbeet stew I made the other night (see here) made a great pasta sauce (once blitzed with the beloved bamix) for my 17 month old son, Max. Max, you'll be somewhat astonished to know, also polished off the last of batch 1 of the magic green goo. I wouldn't have given him any but he asked in his emphatic wordless way, so I complied and he ate the lot. One spoon would go in and 'lo and behold!' the little bird mouth would promptly open demanding another. Unbelievable!
Saturday, oh my! I trotted along to the 8am class with the lovely, Bonita. Then, for some unfathomable reason, I drove to Fahan for an informal boxing session with the Booty crew.
There was actually a reason to put myself through a barre session and then a boxing session and that was to test out this idea of doing cardio straight after a barre session (see the Barrecode FAQ page!). I think I liked it? I'll try it again next week. We'll call it research.
I ate a roast potato Friday night and half a roast potato on Saturday night. I can resist cooking potatoes. I can resist any second potato worth the name. But if someone else cooked the delicious precious thing it would be just plain rude if I didn't eat at least one. I had to know if it was as good as it looked. It was. And so was that other one. And I loved every minute of wicked starchy goodness. I did not, however, eat a custard bombaloni from Daci and Daci. I bought one for my husband and made him eat it instead.
And there endeth Saturday.
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