Confit luck

Having not given today’s food a thought, it was lucky we remembered the emergency tin of confit in the larder. And we just nearly squeezed under the best before date (we think it was purchased in 2010).

Trip into the Christmas market where, with Mr B egging me on, we bought loads of crazy stuff. TallGirl was off being sociable. After dinner, an unwise movie. Unwise only given the very early start to get Mr B off to NY, and he hasn’t packed. Still, so long as he remembers his wallet this time...