All good things come to those who wait
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Posted: 25 March 2005 Word Count: 634 Summary: Flash which I nearly forgot to post. It's a few minutes until the dealine! Oh well, it's going in now... |
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“Dinner’s ready!” I shouted upstairs to my Darling who was locked away in his study, playing on his computer games, like a child. The child we never had. I thought back to the day when I suggested that we should try for a baby. His cruel reply is permanently etched on my brain, as is the image of him sticking his nose up in disgust at my latest attempt of a meal we were eating at the time
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“Darling, children need routines and proper meals at the correct times. Not nasty, sporadic, bland, pre-packed offerings like this!” he snorted. And if that wasn’t enough, he then added, ‘Last minute surprises full of microwaves are not nutritional enough for me, let alone a growing child. You’ve got a lot to learn, honey!”
And over the years I have learnt a lot. My speciality is beef pie. Once I perfected the art of thawing and rolling out a packet of puff pastry, the rest, the filling, was easy. It’s amazing what you can buy from the supermarket these days.
Within twenty minutes I can produce a professional looking meat pie, full of tasty chunks of beef and tender chopped vegetables, mixed with rich dark gravy. Packed with all the essential vitamins, minerals and nutrients to keep him in tip-top condition, which he still insists upon.
Eventually, my Darling joined me and sat down at the dining table with the dog waiting, just as keenly, by his side. Yes, things had certainly changed since the old days. It was even Bono’s favourite meal too.
As usual the oven timer buzzed at precisely six o’clock. I grabbed a tea towel and removed my culinary delight from the gaping mouth of the sweltering oven. The pie looked perfect, (even if I do say so myself!)
Placing the decorative dish on its dedicated place in the centre of the table, I quietly relished the delicious smell of success.
I served up the extra vegetables and the steaming mashed potatoes, while the crisp, delicately browned pie slowly cooled amongst the neatly laid plates and cutlery. When I brought in the gravy, Bono’s nose sniffed the air as he sat dripping on the carpet, obediently awaiting his own portion.
“Don’t worry Bono!” I said with a baby voice he seemed to understand. “You’ll get yours, you always do!” Two pairs of eyes watched my every move while I carefully cut open the puffed pastry crust into triangular slices, releasing the tantalising beefy aroma.
“Hmmm! That looks and smells good again Honey. You’ve certainly found your niche. When I think about those awful meals you used to cook…”
“Here you are Darling” I interrupted. “Tuck in!”
“Are you sure you don’t want a piece? Have you got one of your heads again?” he asked in a rather unsympathetic tone, crushing his quarter and spoiling the fancy pastry leaf I had artistically topped the pie with.
“I know,” I replied. “I can’t seem to shake this pain.” I said as I walked to the kitchen and placed the dirty pots and pans into the kitchen sink, filling it up with warm water. When I returned to the table with a hand pressed gently against my forehead, my Darling was already helping himself to another slice.
At least you haven’t lost your appetite, I thought watching my Darling shovelling huge forkfuls into his mouth with great gusto. It was sure worth going that extra mile so see him eating so well. Especially, being so difficult to please. I knew I could teach him to like my food.
Yes, it really is amazing what you can buy from the supermarket these days. At only ninety pence for a large adult sized can, beef chunks in gravy from the dog food shelves is such a bargain!
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“Darling, children need routines and proper meals at the correct times. Not nasty, sporadic, bland, pre-packed offerings like this!” he snorted. And if that wasn’t enough, he then added, ‘Last minute surprises full of microwaves are not nutritional enough for me, let alone a growing child. You’ve got a lot to learn, honey!”
And over the years I have learnt a lot. My speciality is beef pie. Once I perfected the art of thawing and rolling out a packet of puff pastry, the rest, the filling, was easy. It’s amazing what you can buy from the supermarket these days.
Within twenty minutes I can produce a professional looking meat pie, full of tasty chunks of beef and tender chopped vegetables, mixed with rich dark gravy. Packed with all the essential vitamins, minerals and nutrients to keep him in tip-top condition, which he still insists upon.
Eventually, my Darling joined me and sat down at the dining table with the dog waiting, just as keenly, by his side. Yes, things had certainly changed since the old days. It was even Bono’s favourite meal too.
As usual the oven timer buzzed at precisely six o’clock. I grabbed a tea towel and removed my culinary delight from the gaping mouth of the sweltering oven. The pie looked perfect, (even if I do say so myself!)
Placing the decorative dish on its dedicated place in the centre of the table, I quietly relished the delicious smell of success.
I served up the extra vegetables and the steaming mashed potatoes, while the crisp, delicately browned pie slowly cooled amongst the neatly laid plates and cutlery. When I brought in the gravy, Bono’s nose sniffed the air as he sat dripping on the carpet, obediently awaiting his own portion.
“Don’t worry Bono!” I said with a baby voice he seemed to understand. “You’ll get yours, you always do!” Two pairs of eyes watched my every move while I carefully cut open the puffed pastry crust into triangular slices, releasing the tantalising beefy aroma.
“Hmmm! That looks and smells good again Honey. You’ve certainly found your niche. When I think about those awful meals you used to cook…”
“Here you are Darling” I interrupted. “Tuck in!”
“Are you sure you don’t want a piece? Have you got one of your heads again?” he asked in a rather unsympathetic tone, crushing his quarter and spoiling the fancy pastry leaf I had artistically topped the pie with.
“I know,” I replied. “I can’t seem to shake this pain.” I said as I walked to the kitchen and placed the dirty pots and pans into the kitchen sink, filling it up with warm water. When I returned to the table with a hand pressed gently against my forehead, my Darling was already helping himself to another slice.
At least you haven’t lost your appetite, I thought watching my Darling shovelling huge forkfuls into his mouth with great gusto. It was sure worth going that extra mile so see him eating so well. Especially, being so difficult to please. I knew I could teach him to like my food.
Yes, it really is amazing what you can buy from the supermarket these days. At only ninety pence for a large adult sized can, beef chunks in gravy from the dog food shelves is such a bargain!
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