Two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite

David Griffiths once used to chase me round the playground threatening to put me in a casserole. It fair gave me nightmares.

Twenty eight years later I got a casserole from Father Christmas. It is a cast iron casserole and lately my kitchen has been filled with the delightful odour of cooking. So far I have made pot roasts of both beef and chicken and I’ve discovered the world of BEEF CASSEROLE. Last night’s Beef Casserole was so yummy I’m going to have some of the left overs for breakfast this morning…..