Or kids food as I prefer to call it. I didn’t even make the gammon, I bought slices from the market, very, very good it was too. There was just one problem, one of my waffles cooked differently to the other and tasted burnt.
It’s nice to eat like this sometimes, it means I get to sit, pyjama-ed up, nice and early for a change.
This was dinner… 4th February 2014.