Wednesday, August 3, 2011

So I called my Mum the other night. . . .

If you are my Mother there is no need for you to read this one. Use that little arrow thing to click on that little x thing and I'll call you next Thursday ok?

Has she gone?

Ok good.

So....the other evening I cooked a lovely paella for the whole family to tuck into.

Naturally the kids weren't too impressed so we had plenty of leftovers.

'You should bring it down to your Mum' helpful husband commented. (She lives about 2 minutes away).

Now normally I wouldn't have bothered, but it really was rather nice. So I gave her a call.

'Hi Mum. Have you eaten yet?'

'No. Why?'

'I have a some lovely paella left over. Want me to pop it down to you'.

There was a longer than required silence before she asked suspiciously 'Well what's in it?'

'Chorizo, prawns, mussels, peppers, peas. It's lovely'

Another contemplative silence.

'Are there still mussels left?'

'Yes there's lots Mum. It's lovely'

Yet another long pause.

'Well alright then' she finally conceded.

'They're not fresh though - they're frozen' I added as an after-thought.

'Oh forget it then.'
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