Well it is either seen as the end of the week, the beginning of the week or the middle depending upon the job you do and the way you see the world this is called a Sunday. Some religions use the Sunday to encourage rest and prayer where others use a Saturday. It doesn’t really matter, what matters is how you see it, enjoy it and spend your time.
When children were younger it was the end of a busy sport, family and friend filled weekend and the day where washing, homework, church and generally preparing for the working week was enjoyed. It was the ‘slack day’ where in winter ironing was done with relish, the only other person I know who enjoys ironing is my friend Kate Swaffer, we share this love, I as a farm girl miss it, farmer in the house does not need his work clothes ironed and as I never ironed sheets or anything like that I now don’t have the need.
What I do have is still the need to eat, we would make Sunday night if not with family having a beef or lamb roast would have spaghetti Bolognaise. When children were younger I would put vegetables in so finely chopped up that it was denied that they were in-fact eaten, along with other things such as cracked pepper, paprika and onion. I would always use good beef mince, it is relatively cheap and can be purchased anywhere in the quantity amount that you want. Sometimes to mix it up we would use thin spaghetti pasta, but the favourite when she was little was thick, then we moved on to fettuccine. We would also make home-made garlic bread, where we would buy a bread stick, cut it butter it and wrap in AL foil and cook it.
Now days when I do it, I put red wine, olives and anything else that take my fancy. The good thing about home-made spag bol is that kids love their own parents, we all seem to have a different way of cooking it, adding ingredients but one thing that unites kids all over the world is that when taking them out they will at least eat a restaurant bowl of spaghetti bolognaise. I shall post my recipe in recipes, what’s your favourite ingredient? It is a family secret or something you developed to add taste or to get the children to eat it. I make enough now that I make lasagna for the next night or lasagna cups for single serves.