Saturday Caturday Shmatterday

What can I type that this predictive text thingy will mangle out of all proportion? 

Caterham? That's  Caturday in predictive English.

While I was in London the other month I picked up a tin of Elsinore Boulibaise. This used to be a favourite soup but is now a pale immitation of its  former self. Watered down, lacking oflavour and the chunky bits that were a characteristics.

 Anyway,  dip an onion baby in the mint and tomato sauce and do the usual Saturday stuff.