I always have a stash of hidden-vegetable-sauce. Onions, celery, peppers, carrots, tomatoes, garlic, even spinach enter the mix and get blitzed. This is the back-up meal always ready in the fridge and freezer for the boy, Billy. It's not rocket science and I'm sure most parents do the same.
Back late last weekend though, fed up of cooking him pasta to go with the magic sauce, we decided to make pizza. With a dough recipe almost entirely lifted from Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall's family cook book he kneaded and squidged and had a right royal time, unaware he was plotting his own supper. Baked at 220C with added spinach and ricotta this may well become his new favourite dinner. Well worth the effort.
The beauty of the moment was that we ate the same meal, at the same time, together and both enjoyed it. He went to bed full, and I nursed a small hangover with a few episodes of The Wire. Win win.