Georgia (aged 10): Gordon Ramsay? He’s terrible! He swears!
Ella (aged 10): Is he a Goron?
Tom: No. He is nothing to do with the Legend of Zelda.
Miles (aged 5): What did one pig say to the other?
Ella: I know, I know! He said: Can we be pen pals?
Kirstin: So, what did we think of the meatballs?
Georgia: They were amazing! Delicious! We helped to make them. Ella said it was like play-doh, only gross. And then we rolled them in flour.
Ella: When we were making them, it was squishy in our hands, and it squeezed out between our fingers. You had to roll them out to the size of a walnut, and then cover them in flour. Then they looked like golf-balls, because they were all white.
Tom: I thought the meatballs were yum, but I wanted the sauce to be a bit more liquid.
Kirstin: Well, that might have been me rather than Gordon. But, look, they all ate some.
Tom: You’re right. We should make this again.
Georgia; Definitely, I loved this! Yum!