There was no photograph of the cabbage and chestnut bake, this due mainly to the fact that it was late and we were ravenous and it looked sooooo good.
And it was.
All that treadmill nonsense had me running late in the kitchen and the cooking itself was time-consuming, so poor old Hugo suffered terrible neglect all weekend. Instead of wearing him to go spinning today I had to take him along to be finished. Which he wasn’t. Though he is now. In fact I have him on.