Thursday, 4 March 2010


I love semolina, a real comfort long as it's made with the coarse stuff and much thicker than the recipes usually recommend.  DH doesn't eat it. I make a pint of milk's worth, eat just over half of it, and then the Girls get the leftovers the next day.

Of course it's set very solid by the time they get it, and the sight of a chicken running around with a lump of semolina always makes me chuckle,  especially when she is followed - Benny Hill style - by a line of other hungry chooks.

Pogo and her sister had some too, although I think it would be more accurate to say Pogo's sister had some. Despite me putting the bowl right by Pogo, I'm not sure she even saw it before it was wolfed down by Sis.

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