My fabulous father took to the kitchen yesterday evening, proving to us ladies of the house that he is more than just a handsome face. No sooner had he finished being up a ladder, painting windowsills, than he set about kneading dough (see above), frying minced lamb and mashing potatoes. The finished products: a stella batch of bread and a proper Shepherd's Pie. His culinary capacity didn't quite stretch to making a pudding on top of this, though, so I put together some mini pear crumbles to shove in the oven whilst the bread finished baking. Very tasty the pie was, too, and we ate his wholemeal rolls with jam and a big jug of coffee for breakfast this morning. I wouldn't go so far as to deem my father to be a domestic god, but he's certainly proved that something good can come of his being in the kitchen!
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