chicken salad

I wish we'd made more effort whilst it was sunny yesterday, cos today is drizzly and mizzly and a bit cold. Bugger. Plans to go to Kew get shelved - although milo and I do manage to squeeze a babycino and lemon moon in at Orange Pekoe during the five minutes of sunshine in the morning - and instead we go to the tip. Hurrah.

For lunch we have the rest of the tiger bread/ham/goats cheese before heading out for a post-snoopy-snooze trip to Palewell park. Just in time for the afternoon sun - double hurrah!

Given half the fridge is taken up by a dead, corn-fed chicken, we decide to free it up by using the bird for dinner *and* Hayley-Fisher Harlock, I coated it in my lovely present - Cuban blend mix. It was dead impressive, particularly as ana doesn't eat crispy chicken skin (or chicken itchings), so I get it all.





Food of the Milos
More of the same today: grapes and cheese for breakker, no lunch again but loads of snacks in the afternoon, and then another pig rendered down into sausages for dinner. Where does he put it?

sources
roast chicken - Simon Hopkinson, Roast Chicken and Other Stories, p36