She puts on her sound proof pink ears and can eat her meal in blissful peace and quiet
Showing posts with label Lunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lunch. Show all posts
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Pink Ears
Lucy has a clever tactic if Aunty Pink starts droning on about something dull

She puts on her sound proof pink ears and can eat her meal in blissful peace and quiet
She puts on her sound proof pink ears and can eat her meal in blissful peace and quiet
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Connoisseur
Lucy is enjoying a traditional Sunday lunch. Chicken with all the trimmings.

What would be the best sauce to complement this dish? A traditional bread sauce? Perhaps a Velouté? A rich chicken gravy? Maybe Béchamel? Nope - tomato ketchup. Apparently it works with anything.
What would be the best sauce to complement this dish? A traditional bread sauce? Perhaps a Velouté? A rich chicken gravy? Maybe Béchamel? Nope - tomato ketchup. Apparently it works with anything.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Lunch
Before Lunch it is always a good idea to wash your hands. This is especially true when you are on a farm.

Lucy is disappointed by Mummy's audition for Doctor Who which fell short of the mark.

Nom Nom Nom. Smoothie.
Lucy is disappointed by Mummy's audition for Doctor Who which fell short of the mark.
Nom Nom Nom. Smoothie.
Labels:
Bockett's Farm,
Lucy,
Lunch,
Mummy
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Fish and Chips
As we all know, fish and chips always taste better at the sea side. The gang troff down on some fine haddock.

Quality

Despite being in the presence of a Church, Mummy smuggles in some forbidden Coca Cola (aka Tooth Rot) thinking that hiding it behind her bag will protect her from judgement.
Quality
Despite being in the presence of a Church, Mummy smuggles in some forbidden Coca Cola (aka Tooth Rot) thinking that hiding it behind her bag will protect her from judgement.
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Friday, 9 January 2009
Out for Lunch with Mummy
Mummy is taking Lucy for Lunch at a posh Italian place in Barnes Village. Lucy is excited.

Being the sophisticated gastronaut, Lucy tries whatever is offered to her. However, it is quickly apparent to her that olives are the testicles of Satan. No thank you! Spit spit.

Not surprisingly after the foul olive debacle she is a little tentative with the next course. Classic pasta with tomato sauce.

Yum yum. She soon determines that the pasta is the good stuff.
Being the sophisticated gastronaut, Lucy tries whatever is offered to her. However, it is quickly apparent to her that olives are the testicles of Satan. No thank you! Spit spit.
Not surprisingly after the foul olive debacle she is a little tentative with the next course. Classic pasta with tomato sauce.
Yum yum. She soon determines that the pasta is the good stuff.
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