Nell: Nigel looks happy.
Me: We all are. It’s Sunday, Charlotte is feeling a lot better and the sun is shining.
Nell: Good to hear.
Me: Nigel also had a boiled egg and toast before Sunday Songs and he knows there will be roast beef for lunch.
Nell: With Yorkshire puddings and lots of gravy?
Me: Yes. Large ones.
Nell: Large ones?
Me: We thought we’d give it a try.
Nell: Give it a try?
Me: We can cut them up.
Nell: Poppy’s not going to believe this. Yorkshire puddings are meant to be small with a crispy exterior and a light, soft centre.
Me: They don’t have to be small.
Nell: They do.
Me: Large ones used to be eaten at the start of a meal with onion gravy so there wouldn’t be a need for too much roast beef later.
Nell: There’s always a need for roast beef.
Me: It’s very expensive, Nell.
Nell: Did you say ‘onion gravy’?
Me: Yes.
Nell: I’ve heard it all now. Dogs cannot eat onions.
Me: Don’t worry. We’re having proper gravy.
Nell: Nigel won’t be smiling if all he’s getting is a dry Yorkshire pudding.
Me: He probably would be smiling. You labs will eat anything.
Nell: I beg your pardon? We aren’t all like David. I have an extremely sophisticated palate.
Me: Do you?
Nell: Yes. I’ve been watching Saturday Kitchen for years.
Me: Anyway, it’s a moot point because everyone is having roast beef with lots of fresh vegetables and gravy and not an onion in sight, although I do enjoy a roasted onion.
Nell: And giant Yorkshire puddings.
Me: I actually prefer the small ones.
Nell: I give up.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: I’m not talking to you about Yorkshire puddings, or onions, anymore. It’s exhausting.
Me: Sorry.
