I made sausage casserole tonight.
What Dad didn't know was that the sausages were WeightWatchers sausages - and having checked every damn sausage out there, I can confirm they are the lowest in fat and calories. And after all, if you casserole them, you can't taste them anyway. Because he has rejected them before, "Don't get them again, they taste a bit funny."
I was a bad girl with the mashipots though. I never learned how to cook them from Mum. I thought mashed potatoes were literally that. Potatoes, mashed. It took me years to realise other people put milk & butter in them (meh, I doused mine in vinegar in the proper East End style)
So I used skimmed milk and spread, which is better than full fat & butter, but is a step back from nothing
Dad cleaned his plate! Nom Nom Nom.
Diet failure in one way. minor victory in another.
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