Messy

Today's Sunday dinner menu was:- 

Roasted chicken

Sage and onion stuffing

Cranberry sauce

Roasted potatoes

Roasted carrots

Roasted parsnips

Roasted squash

Brussels sprouts

Yorkshire puddings 

Homemade chicken gravy

For dessert Shirley had made Eve's pudding using fallen apples from our garden. We haven't had a glut of apples this year which I put down to the short window of opportunity that pollinating insects had with our apple blossom in the springtime. Too much wind, rain and cool temperatures happened just when we needed a warmer and more settled period.

Little Phoebe turned her nose up at the adult dessert and instead opted for an ice cream lolly. I noticed her messy chops and grabbed my camera, recognising that I had not snapped any pictures of her for a while. In the meantime her brand new sister Margot slept contentedly in her crib.

Here's our messy granddaughter at two years and ten months old. She met Father Christmas at Thornbridge Hall on Friday but did not quite know what to make of the beardie old  fellow in his famous red outfit.

Phoebe remains the most delightful child imaginable and it has been a rare privilege  to see her regularly and to observe her development at close quarters. For this I thank the COVID pandemic because if it hadn't happened, she would have grown up in London and her parents would still be working down there. And right now we would have only been playing a small, long distance part in her life.

from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/O8XHxTg