It’s been a long day and SO and the kids want sausages. Blech, I don’t like sausages. So, to eat them I have to have other goodies on the plate to go with. I had mine with a large spoonful of my homemade spicy tomato jam, to zhoosh it up. Real word, Google it.

To make the onion gravy I fry the onions off in butter and garlic. Now I’m not going to say how much butter, but it’s probably considered a lot by some. Fry, fry, fry til they’re golden and soft and add a big glug of grog. Wine, sherry, marsala, whatever you haven’t drunk since opening. I only had semi-sweet sherry left in the grog cupboard. I swear I had at least two bottles of red up there?

Add cream and lots of salt n pepper. I also added some tarragon from the garden, just cos I could. Add a little more butter if you like that gleamy buttery texture. I’m not saying I didn’t. Serve it up. Moving on to the mashed tatties, one of my most prized possessions in my kitchen is my potato ricer. Got one? Get one. The creamiest mash you’ll ever have. That, and the only potatoes I ever use for mash are Dutch Cream. Cheap as chips at Woolies, so no having to traipse off to the fruit and veg markets for a rare ingredient. I tell you, I’ve spent more time researching bloody potatoes for the right roast, mash, chip or salad tatties, I should have a Spud Degree.

Tweenie loved the sausages, loved the mashed potatoes, disliked the sweet potato and hated the onion. SO ate the lot, and it was fine, as usual. Buddy licked his empty fork, declared it was all yuck and ran off to watch Cat in the Hat.

You win some, you lose some.