Not the baby, obviously, but the dips, the pide, the Chinese cakes. It was a multicultural affair as Bec and I finally got to catch up in person. The kids did that weird circling of each other thing that kids do when they sort of know they should know each other and be friends because dear Lord, that incessant rabbling going on in the kitchen between their mothers must stand for something. Being dutiful parents we put a DVD on and just left them to work it out among themselves.
We were doing an Indian night at Chef’s parents place, so we gas-bagged as I chopped, marinated, blended spices and the like for butter chicken (made from scratch people), a divine potato and cauliflower curry and the sugar syrup for a sago pudding with coconut milk.
A sensational day for celebrating Jasper’s 3 month birthday.