The Last Supper
A momentous occasion was marked the Friday before last, when we cooked our last ever meal in our old, dingy upstairs kitchen. To mark the event, I decided on chicken fajitas (can be cooked in about 10 min which is handy when it's already 7pm and we've only just got Freya to bed) and does not require the use of an oven (also handy when yours is broken). Below I can be seen happily frying the chicken content in the knowledge that soon I would be whipping up culinary masterpieces in shiny new surroundings.The next day the troops were arriving to help transform the downstairs workshop into a functioning lounge/diner while Dave put the finishing touches to the kitchen. This would effectively turn our flat with downstairs building site, into a real life house. All very exciting (as you can see Freya thinks so too....)
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