Weird bony bits

As you might be aware, dear reader, my darling husband Carl is taking some time out from the army and is at home with Romily. This means that he is also responsible for running the household - a chore he familiar with, as he lived by himself for 10 years. He is doing a really great job with Romily and they are having a fine old time together.

He has also been doing a good job with cooking dinner for all of us every night - although he would agree this has become easier since Romily started eating what we're eating. No more massive vegie cook-ups. Carl discovered a recipe for chicken loaf (meatloaf, but made with chicken mince) in one of our many cook books and thought it would be nice to make it for dinner on Wednesday night.

We sat down to dinner and tucked in. After a couple of mouthfuls I asked, 'Carl, what are the crunchy bits?'. 'Caramelised bits on the top,' says he. 'Really?' I said. 'It seems to be all through it'. Upon closer examination it was found to be bone! I asked where he'd bought the chicken from. 'The butcher.' 'Well,' says I, 'You'd better keep a bit of this chickenloaf and take it back to him tomorrow - this is terrible. They must've got some bone in the mincer - it's all through it!'

We each ate another couple of mouthfuls and then looked at each other and decided that we just couldn't pick out all the tiny bits of bone. We had a sandwich each for dinner instead and we gave Romy some extra vegies.

I asked Carl the next day if he went back to the butcher. 'Yes,' says Carl. 'What happened?' 'Nothing,' says Carl - a man of few words! 'What do you mean?' Then he showed me this!!