Hail Caesar

Little miss bossy wanted caesar salad for tea (she didn’t demand it, I asked what I should make for tea) I hadn’t anticipated having to make the dressing, my local supermarkets seem to stock multiple varieties of french, yoghurt and vinaigrette but not a single caesar was to be found.

In other news, we had a visit from a wannabe werewolf (supposedly a German Shepherd, but having seen the size of his feet and witnessed his unerring ability to home in on the jugular, I have my doubts as to his heritage) Jake fortunately is fleet of foot and will always be able to outrun the fuzzy blood sucker.