[part title=”Preparation, Preparation, Preparation”]
Like an insane, psychotic criminal, just released from prison, the night before your day off sees you champing at the bit to hit the bar. If you’re a chalet bitch give your menu plan a nifty tweak.
Why cook roast lamb for two hours when you can cook Spaghetti Carbonara for fifteen minutes? You’ll be out by 9pm latest, with a pint of wine in each hand, puking in the toilets before you can say ‘seasonnaire nightmare’.