Happy baked beans day

Christmas of 2015, I decided that I wanted to do something a bit different. Something that wasn’t all about gluttony and excess. So, I volunteered to do a few shifts at Crisis at Christmas (a day centre set up for the homeless) in London, including Christmas day. Guy was delighted, as it meant he got a lie in then a chance to go mountain biking with the dog. It would mean I would get home at about 7pm, so no point cooking the full on turkey dinner. Guy asked a few days before what I wanted for christmas dinner and I said “beans on toast with cheese on top.” Then promptly forgot to buy bread or beans….. But, I got home to homemade baked beans, on homemade bread. It was awesome!

We don’t really do valentines. Never have. Although, we did used to do a tat challenge where it was a £5 limit, and the tackiest present won. Now, I had no idea where Guy found most of his stuff from, but he always seemed to win. He later told me that the palace of tat he frequented was in fact, woolworths. I am sure he shed a tear the day it closed.

For the past few years, we have given each other a card, and that’s about it. Last year, Guy forgot to pick up the envelope with said card, so it was lovingly presented to me wrapped in a tesco carrier bag.

This day has always been however, an excuse to buy a bottle of really nice champagne. So what about this year? Well, I got up this mornong to find guy had already started making the beans, and the dough is rising for the bread. That is so much better than a bottle of fizzy grape juice. I think he’s a keeper 😉