Alice’s baby is a couple of days overdue, and if she doesn’t pop tomorrow, then a c/section will be upon her. Pete and I feel terribly guilty for going away for Christmas, having promised to look after Stan and/or act as a birth partner (me, not Pete, for the latter), during The Event. So I have assuaged my guilt with casserole.
I spent a couple of hours this afternoon concocting a delicious chicken and shallot casserole, a rather runny spaghetti bolognese, and a vegetable chilli with very little chilli in (so it would be suitable for babies). I packed them into those microwavable containers that chinese takeaways come in, labelled them neatly, and will take them over tomorrow morning when we go for pre-christmas, pre-baby bacon sandwiches. I hope they will be pleased.
The six tubs on the left are Bernard-sized portions, which are in the freezer. We also had the veg chilli for tea, augmented with Jethros Green Chilli & Coriander Sauce, and hot jalapeno pepper sauce. Bernard ate some of his (unaugmented, of course), but has had little appetite today.