The Practical Prince

It is Prince and Princess fever over here. With the happy couple getting married on the 29th of April next year, the real life fantasy has begun. I mean, every girl dreams of marrying prince, right? Now here is some one actually doing it! But I guess, the term prince means different things to different types of girls and it also probably depends a lot on the age of the girl in question.

I mean, when you are a 4 year old little girl,your requirements are basic. Your prince:
1. Must own a horse, preferably one named Sparkles.
2. Must own a castle that should at least be covered in pink jewels.
3. Must have an above average aversion to evil stepmothers.

When you grown up, the criteria seems to change. He does not necessarily have to be a prince, a doctor or lawyer will do nicely. The horse becomes a Mercedes, the castle becomes a villa in Spain and the evil stepmother becomes, well, lets not go there. Anyway, you get the picture. Nothing wrong with that, but as I was putting the gezillionth load of washing into the machine and folding the umptieth pair of socks, I had a thought: Why do we not dream of the more practical type of "prince"? Let me explain: If you live in this country and your prince is a lawyer or a doctor or even a banker, laundry is still your baby. You can have the odd service to iron etc., but at the end of the day, does not matter how many degrees you have behind your name, at some point you are still going to fold somebodies underwear. Now my dear sister, as you know got married a few weeks ago, to a darling man. He is what I would describe as the perfect Practical Prince. Why you may ask. Well, I will tell you why: the man owns a LAUNDROMAT! Could you think of a more perfect? I mean, my sister will never ever have to wash a shirt in her life, let alone iron one! She also does not even have to drop the laundry off, she can give it to him to take to work in the morning. Now those are the kind of princes we need more of! Ladies, those of you who are not married yet, do not pull up your nose and the Indian Take Away owner or the Fish and Chip shop man. That's dinner covered. Do not look down on the Vacuum cleaner salesman, he can try out all his new models on your carpets,and the Window washer, do I even need to explain what a blessing he would be! To all my single friends out there, learn this lesson and learn it well. There is a lot to be said for these kind of blokes!
Now I am Katie will also never need to iron a shirt in her life, but if you are going to insist on going for that kind of Prince, it is going to be a long cold winter, cause lets face it, there ain't that many of them around. Well I suppose Harry is still on the loose, but lets be honest,  when he is looking to get hitched to a sugar mommy (cause yes, we are at the age where we can call ourselves sugar mommies!), it will be of the Demi Moore or Charelize Theron variety.

Well, sticking to the whole theme, I decided to keep it British this week. We are always cooking food from other countries, including our own, but never anything from the one we live in. So I made a meal fit for a Prince this past Saturday: Game Pie and Sticky Toffee Pudding. I envisaged a real regal pie. You know the dainty kind, the kind that when it is opened up, four and twenty black birds will start to sing all at the same time, but mine fell a bit flat. It is probably because I used a  game pie mix bought at Cobham market instead of the black birds. Yes, that must be it. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what was in the mix! I think it was pigeon and rabbit, but the third type of meat will remain a mystery. I am just glad that whatever it was, it did not burst into song when it was cut open. Probably a good thing, I don't know if a singing rabbit would have had the same affect.

The game pie still looking good

Oh dear. Yes well, atleast it tasted good.

 For afters (yes, that is what they call it here, not dessert, but afters) I made Sticky Toffee Pudding. I do not think that there is anything sweeter on earth than Sticky Toffee Pudding. I can't believe I am going to say this, but it was far too sweet for me. I had about a teaspoonful and that was enough to send me into a sugar shock for the next two days. Not my cup of tea darling, not my cuppa at all.

Sticky toffee pudding. As sweet as sweet can be.

..and then I made it worse by adding ice cream

Well I guess it is back to reality. Laundry and cooking and vacuuming here I come, but I do it all with love in my heart. I have a wonderful prince, he has been so good to me. I was just wondering, could I persuade my to open up a Laundromat as well? That would be awfully practical now wouldn't it?

Until next week.