I am remarkably tired and confused. I blame it on having too much rum punch at the work's barbeque on Friday. It looked harmeless enough - kinda like pineapple and orange juice mixed together but boy did it have a kick to it! I think it might be something to do with the three bottles of rum, one bottle of Malibu and two bottes of something someone brought back from Jamaica which were all mixed with it.
In a vain attempt to shed my bachelor lifestyle (just incase the goodlooking chick I mentioned in yesterday's journal actually decides to go out with me) I though it would be fun to cook for myself. Apparently, chicks like blokes who can cook and fend for themselves so I ventured down to Marks & Spencers for the necessary ingredients.
It went very well.........until my tiredness and confusion kicked in. I forgot things are still hot when you remove them from the oven. I grabbed hold of the baking tray, burnt my hand and dropped the done-to-perfection leg of lamb on the floor. To add insult to injury the potatoes weren't cooked properly and ended up straight in the bin
So, the full extent of tonight's culinary delight is half a bread and butter pudding (minus all the burnt bits) and a large tub of double cream.
I'm hungry. Will someone look after me and feed me?
Updated Sunday, 1015am
I have just been pottering around in the kitchen and have noticed two dead flies on the floor by the bin. I can only presume they tried the lamb and it disagreed with them.
If I ever invite you round for dinner it would be in your best interests if you insist on having something delivered from Pizza Hut....
In a vain attempt to shed my bachelor lifestyle (just incase the goodlooking chick I mentioned in yesterday's journal actually decides to go out with me) I though it would be fun to cook for myself. Apparently, chicks like blokes who can cook and fend for themselves so I ventured down to Marks & Spencers for the necessary ingredients.
It went very well.........until my tiredness and confusion kicked in. I forgot things are still hot when you remove them from the oven. I grabbed hold of the baking tray, burnt my hand and dropped the done-to-perfection leg of lamb on the floor. To add insult to injury the potatoes weren't cooked properly and ended up straight in the bin
So, the full extent of tonight's culinary delight is half a bread and butter pudding (minus all the burnt bits) and a large tub of double cream.
I'm hungry. Will someone look after me and feed me?
Updated Sunday, 1015am
I have just been pottering around in the kitchen and have noticed two dead flies on the floor by the bin. I can only presume they tried the lamb and it disagreed with them.
If I ever invite you round for dinner it would be in your best interests if you insist on having something delivered from Pizza Hut....
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coral_fangs:
Not much is happening. Just counting down days to various events. There's so much stuff I like about the dentist. The smell of the waiting room, the taste of the gloves. I've never needed "prodding with those needle things" but I'm sure I wouldn't mind, especially if he put a ring through for me.
texax7:
I have made many a meal that has been like this as well. Are you lonely? I've not read your entries before, but if you are trying to cook well...