I've got a bit of catching up to do, blog-wise; vacations are all very well, but they interfere with modern social networking.
A couple of weeks ago I was working in my home office while daughter number three, newly released after the end of her school term, was crashing around on her own upstairs. I didn't pay much attention until she called me up to lunch.
This was what awaited me:

It turned out that she'd prepared a proper menu all by herself, and was determined to treat her Papa to a five star gourmet meal.
That menu in full:

Needless to say I had something of everything - especially the Lime Bar Orange Blast - and by the time Maman came home that evening we had even managed to get rid of the smell of gas, which Anouk had accidentally left turned on in the kitchen.
It was the best lunch ever.
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