Romantic meals

Valentine’s Day is as good an excuse as any for a bout of duelling pans: Mrs G. kicked off this morning with a brunch of poached eggs on rye, crispy bacon and black pudding. And whilst my less than original response was a lasagne, for supper, as with most of my efforts, each example tends towards the proverbial lucky dip. You never know what you are getting – what it contains – until said dish arrives on the table. As the Boss has been outside working all day, wielding her hoe and raking the grounds, anything relatively edible will likely serve; always provided, however, supper’s preceded by a couple of large drinks.