Manfoodmaid whanau

I must say that the Manfoodmaid whanau has been very accepting of the whole Manfood phenomenon. Buddhachu normally escapes early to practise being Dunedin's Bruce Lee. He leaves a pristine kitchen with an orderly arrangement of ingredients and nibbles and returns to lots of empty bottles (our recycling people must love us), remains of pork bellies, many and varied dirty dishes and replete MFM.

Minichu loves the MFM coming over, meaning as it does that the level of testosterone rises exponentially as uncles keep arriving. He's got very good at hearing car doors slam and feet ascending the stairs.

They do get a few items tested out on them, and generally accept these offerings with good grace. I will confess to being a little put out after a tasty Saturday-night dinner of organic cumin and leek sausages accompanied by warm salad of steamed purple potatoes, leeks and garlic sauteed in butter, fresh mint and baby peas and having both of them more excited about Buddhachu's curried mince that was on the menu for Sunday eve... Can't win them all.