Normal people might have a nice lasagne in their oven, or perhaps, given the weather at the moment, a warm winter stew.Not us. Not in our house.
Today, my husband spent some time with H&L's class in school. They've been learning all about trolls since they started school, and have been on a number of troll-related adventures.
They've been reading "The Troll" by Julia Donaldson & David Roberts.
Their latest adventure, today, was cooking. My husband's part was making troll bread with the children.
As he prepared and packed his equipment this morning, and practised eating fish (erm, cucumber) from the dirty river water (water and food colouring), it was clear he was looking forward to the session. I thought it was the children who were supposed to be more excited about these things?!
So anyway, no lasagne in our oven today, but instead a lovely loaf of troll bread. Made, as all good troll bread is, from squashed flies, crushed goats bones, frogs eyes and other delights....
