...was chicken in a honey and tomato sauce with fragrant jasmine rice (all made from scratch by The Boyf, as is his way). It included many ingredients which I won't bother telling you about, primarily because I have no idea what they were. Look, it's not my job to cook in our relationship. I just sit around looking foxy (stop sniggering) and The Boyf places a plate of food in front of me at some point during the evening. My job is then to eat it, compliment him on how wonderful it was (because it always is), and then DO THE WASHING UP! Urgh! I wish I could cook.
Anyway, shame you didn't pop in for dinner cause it was rather lovely. Maybe tonight then eh?
Bring some wine, there's a love.
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