Fooooood

I'm quite proud of the fact that, despite our house being in complete disarray, and even though we're living through the long night of the soul that is baby rearing (which is sometimes dark and starry and sometimes bright and sunny, but still always feels like 3am) we have managed to eat well.

We haven't given in to the temptation of noodle bowls or takeout. Fresh ingredients and home cooked meals are a good antidote to fatigue and frustration -- although Max knows the precise moment we sit down in front of food, and his face crumples and turns red.

Last night, Emeline had some fresh salmon and I pan fried a locally-caught flounder in butter, fennel, lemon and herbs du Provence. It was delicious. At midnight a few hours later, when 2008 became 2009, Max was screaming and we were staring mindlessly at music videos on Channel 4 (dancefloor fillers: Michael Jackson, followed by The Village People, and The Pointer Sisters). A bottle of champagne sat in the refrigerator, unopened and forgotten.

I was glad I had a nice dinner.