Red handed

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Blackberry time is upon us darlings. Last year silly Mrs. Lee left it too late and the birds feasted on delicious hedgerow fayre. Was I sick!
So my handsome husband and I have been on our regular walk with Panda blackberrying as we go.
Result!

So what if we are sporting red/purple hands and nettle rash. My favourite jam in the whole wide world is blackberry. No contest. Don’t even attempt to fob one off with that bramble jelly muck from supermarkets.
Darlings, it has to be the real deal.

Yesterday one was dragged round the village fete in the rain. Soaked to the bone.
At least there was JAM!

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Filthy

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Darlings this is the best “soak up the booze” food ever!!! This is not a kebab, this beats a curry , this is a PARMO. OMG.

Mr. Lee usually brings me flowers ( or diamonds 😘) but as he was meeting a man about a dog in Middlesborough he brought his wife a PARMO.

I’ve actually seen/heard of it before on Come dine with me and have had a urge to try one ever since. Who needs pizza when there is PARMO.

Chicken bashed thin, covered in bread crumbs, fried. Topped with bechamel and cheese.

I’m hoping my husband has to see another man about a dog v.soon. Middlesborough way.

Recipe allrecipes.co.uk

Serves 1

1 chicken breast fillet or pork fillet
1 egg
breadcrumbs
300 to 450ml (1/2 to 3/4pt) semi-skimmed milk
1 to 4 cardamom pods
4 whole cloves
1 teaspoon peppercorns
1/2 medium onion, chopped
1 bayleaf
30 to 120g butter
1 to 3 tablespoons plain flour
15g grated Parmesan cheese
Grated cheddar cheese enough to coat the fillet

Take the chicken breast or pork fillet and butterfly by cutting it horizontally and opening it out like a book. If necessary, flatten the meat further by pounding with a rolling pin or meat tenderiser mallet. Take care not to go too thin to split the meat.
Beat the egg in a bowl, dip the meat and then coat with breadcrumbs. Cover and place in fridge whilst preparing the sauce.
Put the milk in a heat resistant jug, add the cardamoms, cloves, peppercorns, onion and bay leaf. Place in microwave and heat at full power for 1 to 3 minutes; be careful for it not to boil over.
Melt the butter in a pan, take care not to burn it, add the flour until a roux is made; remove from heat. Take the heated milk and sieve into another jug to remove the spices and onion.
Place the roux mix back on heat and then slowly add the hot milk, stirring rapidly to prevent lumps. If the sauce is too thick add more milk, but keep the mix on the move. Add the Parmesan cheese; the mix will thicken slightly. Remove from heat. As it cools it will become very gelatinous.
To assemble: Take the prepared meat and place under a hot grill to cook, turn over once one side is done. Now take the sauce and smother one side of the meat with it and then place the grated Cheddar on top of the sauce-covered meat. Return to grill and grill until the sauce is bubbling and the cheese has melted.

Serve with chips

And a North East accent.

Don’t knock it till you try it.
Same goes for the accent

Word to the wise, when buying Parmo be prepared for the size. Even Terry orders a ” ladies Parmo ” and he’s a bloke . However as usual Mr. Lee and I go big or go home.
No half portions for us.
What are we? Girls?

Snow White

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You know it’s August darlings when searching for another bikini to add to ones collection one is instead faced with WINTER. Now you know the rules, buy your coat now as when the temperatures drop all you will be able to find are sequins! Word.

Unless you are a size 8 bottom and an 18 top your chances of buying a bikini on August are slim. I’ve tried darlings, oh have I tried. But coats….

So this Summer it was Michael Kors girl. Tan, gloss, gold jewellery. Think expensive neutrals .
However come Autumn one wants to be Ralph Lauren woman.

A palate of Winter white. Chic layers, classic jewellery and not a jammy fingered child within a two mile radius.

Yep.

A season ticket for the dry cleaners will be your friend.

Mrs.Lee LOVES

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Darlings these David Mellor Champagne coupes are the dogs. I need these in my life. This may cause Mr. Lee’s feathers to ruffle as we have enough Champagne vessels for the entire Royal Navy.
Top of the list are some stunning midnight blue Baccarat flutes. These have restrictions. Nobody drunk in charge of the Baccarat which limits their use considerably.
Now , naturally we already have saucers/coupe but some are a little squat verging on stumpy. Oh we can’t do stumpy darlings.
So the D.M will bring height and elegance and a bowl large enough to apple bob.
Now you’re talking.

Fess up.

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Ok darlings fess up? Do you do anything naughty? I know many a chap that chugs milk or juice straight from the carton. Yuk! Some also think it’s ok to wear their pants two days on the trot. Double yuk!
I have often mentioned that most nights ( being either too shattered or drunk) I rarely take off the slap. My face will pay the price.
Too often one has scoffed all the biscuits and blamed the dog or not ironed my husbands shirts blaming a black bottom. The iron not moi!

Now when it’s too late to change the sheets I simply hop into another bed. Thankfully not someone else’s bed. Mr. Lee will be glad to hear.

The guest room is always good to go when my bed linen changing energy has well and truly gone.

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Am I the only one???

Cake face

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Darlings, happy Sunday.
It’s rather quiet here. No lawnmower in the background. No screeching children. No tv. Not even a honking peacock. Blessed peace.

I will enjoy it while it lasts.

Is it wrong to have cake for breakfast?
Why I’m asking is ( as afore mentioned) and is well documented I bemoan the fact that my husband is a feeder. Hence ones girth.
My sister is husband free and as thin as a pin. You see where I’m going here? Before marriage I was wonderfully trim too.

If someone goes to the trouble and kindness of cooking, I will eat.
Now my mother in law ( who is also stones lighter since the sad loss of her husband) is also feeding me.
Cake.

Jam tarts, scones, rock buns. You name it.
I have now got CAKE FACE.

This has got to stop .
All carbs give me swell.
But cake extra luggage also.
Damn it.

Tracy Anderson fitness guru to the stars ( Beckham Paltrow et al) apparently can tell if you have been eating carbs by your face.

I agree!!!!

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So from this day forth one is dropping the cake.
If that means putting the chain on the door to stop future deliveries so be it.

Wheels

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Darlings are you enjoying the tennis? How blissful to have sunshine and Champs! Whilst enjoying the latter in the garden with a lovely neighbour we were discussing shoes ( yes we are girls) and what they can do to ones feet! In the name of fashion.

The Queen naturally has the best for her commitments and are too sensible for words but do the job perfectly. ( Kate has a slight slag shoe tendency but haven’t we all?) and the Queen’s royal feet shall not blister or rub.
Quite right !

She has a member of staff she affectionately calls Cinders to take the pain away and unsightly foot afflictions .

I did the same.
She was called SISTER. 😉

She may have a better nose, but I have better feet!