Jools has done something to her heel, so is nursing that back to health, and I have a touch of sciatica, something I have not had for a while, but is limiting what I feel I want to do.
That and the fact I am away all next week meant it was a homey weekend, with lots of cooking.
We went to Tesco at half seven, not needing that much it seemed, and yet spending £97. Some stuff for the fresh batch of Boston beans I was going too cook later in the morning.
Back home we had fruit for breakfast. The last of the strawberries from the UK I think, and after washing up I get down for some bean action.
Pork belly, chorizo, onions were all browned and put into a pot, add two tins of tomatoes, four cans of haricot beans, some black treacle and finally some smoked paprika. Stir, bring to the boil then put into a moderate oven for three hours with the lid on, and a further hour with the lid off.

In the afternoon I made a patch of pizza dough, let that rest then using the little cutter make some shapes, dust with semolina flour and leave to rest. I had defrosted some ragu, so warmed that up, boiled a pan of water then cooked the pasta for four minutes, mix with the ragu and some pasta water in a warm frying pan.

And eat.
With a bottle of decent wine.
Perfect.
The evening dragged, with me watching Spain v Denmark, but it seems there is a thing called too much football and went to bed to read before half time.
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