That's roast chicken, numbnuts

Goes quickly in the end, doesn't it! Well, all three days went well, all family members still surviving, no knock down drag out fights (quite disappointing really) and a good haul of presents. Including an espresso maker, so if my posts become even more disjointed and paranoid you'll know why...

Got given the Les Halles Cookbook by Chris' parents, and gleefully read out the first line that it fell open at "But if you can't, for some reason, find neck, or prefer boneless meat (you poor deluded bastard)". This was followed by a rather taken-aback silence. And there was them thinking me wanting a cookbook was probably a sign of good old fashioned domesticity...