These are completely amazing! And a cute size for kids, too. I've linked the recipe above but I used a bolognese sauce I had in the freezer which made making these even simpler. Oh, and after a lovely friend wowed me with the gift of her lasagne, I've been determined to replicate the delicious flavours in her meat sauce – not sure if it's what she uses but I popped some diced pancetta in with mine and used some veal mince as well as my usual beef, and oh boy, it was gooood.
Knee-high boots by CHLOE
The secret is this; have a cousin with impeccable taste in shoes, the same size foot as you but slightly wider calves that mean she can't fit into the amazing designer boots she bought in New York. I've been too scared to wear these because they are so damned beautiful. When I finally trotted them out, I decided a shopping expedition with my tiny daughter was the perfect occasion.
Hot tip; shopping in boots is a bitch, even if they are Chloe.
Is it even necessary to elaborate here? Look! She's a tiny baby girl and she's mine. Cue joyful shrieking and ruffles for miles.
Don't let anyone try and tell you that boys and girls aren't different. They are. Mostly. Like anything, there will always be exceptions to the rule. And the rule is this; boys are a blur. Luca was the most mellow little baby and quite without the usual behavioural hallmarks of dare devil, climb anything, run in circles boy-ness. And then there's Luca now – robot-loving, dinosaur-stomping, circle-running BOY. Ziggy? Had the hallmarks right out the gate. Together? A really loud blur. Awesome.
Happiness is the mess of life. Sometimes you have to look for the laughter in the chaos. It's there. It's always there, buried beneath the other shit that doesn't matter. Some days require a fucking big shovel, it's true. But keep shovelling with me, loves. And know that you are not shovelling alone.
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