Another car was broken into this afternoon in the school's carpark. A dad had his notebook stolen more or less before his eyes. A mom saw a car with 2 men inside driving out of the car park. It was parked next to the robbed car (they broke the car window, of course).
After the first break-in a few months back, the Principal mobilised her staff, taking turns to guard the carpark in the morning and afternoon, rain, snow or shine. Sigh, they have more important things to do than guard carparks, but those lawless thiefs do not leave one with any choice. This morning I had left my bag in the car thinking that it would be safe, and then in the afternoon this had to happen. Definitely a warning not to be ignored.
And it could have been me too. But I arrived just after it happened, having brought the babies to the polyclinic for their injections.
That aside, I have just finished Sophie Kinsella's The Undomestic Goddess. Gravy was mentioned occasionally in the book. Gravy was what I couldn't stop thinking about today.
I remembered that I had drippings from Sunday's Roast Chicken in the fridge. I have flour. I have stock. I have white wine. I have cream. I will have gravy.
But of course it would be unacceptable (to the Hub) to have only gravy for dinner. So I grilled bacon and chicken sausages with some herbs, boiled potatoes and eggs, sauteed onions and garlic and rolled out puff pastry. Assembled everything and included some carrots and peas, poured the gravy over them and then baked the Chicken Sausage and Potato Pie in the oven (180ºC) for 25 minutes.
Served it hot with a mixed salad.
And I did lick the leftover gravy clean off the sauce pan.