Yesterday afternoon, around lunchtime, Emma my daughter, Rubys mummy, was off to a re-union with some old school chums, and Ruby was asked, if she wanted to stay home with daddy, Poppy May and Butch, or go to nannys.
Ruby opted for nanny’s! And why wouldn’t she? She can twist nanny around her little fingers; no worries 🙂 Grandpa’s a bit harder! 😛
Saturday is a ‘no cooking day’ for me; it’s Rafferty’s Rules; take what you can find. There’s always plenty to eat, and no one needs go hungry, (first thing any of our three children do on entering the house, is open the fridge door!) and I have the day off.
So what to give Ruby for her evening meal?
Ruby is the easiest child in the world to feed, two of my three were good, but Ruby takes the cake. The best eater I’ve ever come across, better even than her grandmother, and believe me that’s saying something. So when Kerry asked her what she would like for her dinner what did she reply?
A ‘Dippy, Dippy Egg”; well this was/is a new one on me; we’d fully expect her to ask for tuna and avocado and cucumber, stuff like that; but no; she wanted a “Dippy, Dippy Egg”!
Now cooking an egg is no problem, poached, fried, scrambled you name it, I’ll cook it, but a ‘Dippy Dip egg”?
Naturally enough, I settled on a soft boiled egg, into which, she could dip some lightly toasted,buttered ‘soldiers’. Easy, no problem. Done!
Of course Ruby ate the lot; nothing wasted. She then advised her grandmother that it was nice, but wasn’t a “Dippy Dippy egg” like mummy makes!
Apparantly, I was supposed to just fry an egg 😦