pasta with cherry tomato sauce

What's the point of a wife if not to pick holes in carefully crafted text? My editor has pointed out Midsummer is tomorrow rather than next week, and "I should've looked at the calendar". Hmmm, it's still freezing today so maybe my point is doubly right?

It's a funny old day today, but for all the right reasons. After a morning's loafing we head over to South Ealing for a barbie thrown by one of ana's friends from school. Again it's cold, and when we arrive Milo's burgeoning dog-phobia kicks in when Sophie and Ian's ace lab Fella wants to say 'hello', or bonjour if he takes after Sophie.

However, the arrival of a glorious afternoon of sun, excellent company, food and a new girlfriend for milo to play with means the whole afternoon goes off tremendously. So much so we get him into bed by about half seven, and he's asleep two minutes later.

Stuffed with kebabs, burgers and crunchy eggs we only need a light meal. Naturally it's D Hay's by-now-classic pasta with cherry tomato sauce sat in the garden, smelling jasmine which I bought in Tewkesbury Sommerfield three years ago and has only now decided to flower.


Conversazione is limited as Ana power reads Wolf Hall for Tuesday's book club showdown. You'll be saddened to know she's gone passed the back passage entrance Davis...

Food of the Milos
Again he's on top form today, although he takes a bit of time to get used to Fella. Foodwise it's another day dominated by crisps and sausages, although he does have some cereal for breakfast, accompanied by about four Baby Bels. Sausage and crisps, it's hardly an amazingly balanced diet is it?

sources
pasta with cherry tomato sauce - Donna Hay, Instant Cook, p58