A disappointigly slow pace so far today. Been busy with little details like stuffing the duck and making myself breakfast.
A great way of getting the kids up, too. Frying bacon, I mean. No sooner was the first rasher in the frying pan than they were sniffing around in the kitchen demanding bacon.
The mellow fruitness of the IPA cuts across nicely the fatty, meaty deliciousness that is bacon. And Dolores's fancy spelt bread wraps nicely around the outside in a wholemealy sort of way.
No time to dally. I need to get the duck in the oven.
Get your Laphroaig* ready. You'll be needing it soon. And it better be a litre bottle if you plan matching me drink for drink.
* Lagavullin will also do.
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