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I smell like cumin.
I wonder who's fault THAT is.
Wow, Lindisfarne. Never has an even revolved so much around eating... what am I saying, they all do. I spent most of my time in the kitchen, because of the fried mushrooms, cook's chocolate, and people, cos kitchen people are shiny. And on Saturday, I was in charge of the feast, so I sorta had to be there.
After I finally found the recipies, that is. Little bit of flailing about forgetting them (or rather, certain parental units taking them out of the car before we left after mistaking them for something else) and forgetting the pastry in the freezer. But then everything went pretty much like it was supposed to. Apart from the inferior over and the scary giant industrial fuck-off oven, which was, well, a little scary. It went on foreeeeeever.
We buckled and blackened a pot beyond redemption. Hours and hours of manual scrubbing labour couldn't even clean it. No idea what happened to it in the end, I left as they were debating making it disappear.
"Think of me as programmable soda" oh Tori.
Anyway, this morn- well afternoon, because I slept in dreaming about Heroes/DL crossovers (!) there was more kitchinging with frying up all the leftover mushrooms (we went through 5 kilos of mushrooms in two nights, yeah baby) and bacon and enough butter to drown a monkey. Heartattacktastic. But so tasty. We also tried making pavlova, but whipping the eggs up was an excersise in futility (Cath says, you're supposed to add a tiny amount of sugar THEN beat the crap out of them THEN add the rest of the sugar) but it turned out tasty anyway, and no one's going to leave that much sugar sitting round so it all got eaten.
No bonfire this year :( and... roosters. All. Day. Long. Roosters. And feeding them whisky didn't make them shut up. Not that that was us. No no, we were in the kitchen.
Now, fingers are frozen off, so I'm going to co fry some more bacon, or something. I feel like I'm wasting time if I'm not cooking!
I wonder who's fault THAT is.
Wow, Lindisfarne. Never has an even revolved so much around eating... what am I saying, they all do. I spent most of my time in the kitchen, because of the fried mushrooms, cook's chocolate, and people, cos kitchen people are shiny. And on Saturday, I was in charge of the feast, so I sorta had to be there.
After I finally found the recipies, that is. Little bit of flailing about forgetting them (or rather, certain parental units taking them out of the car before we left after mistaking them for something else) and forgetting the pastry in the freezer. But then everything went pretty much like it was supposed to. Apart from the inferior over and the scary giant industrial fuck-off oven, which was, well, a little scary. It went on foreeeeeever.
We buckled and blackened a pot beyond redemption. Hours and hours of manual scrubbing labour couldn't even clean it. No idea what happened to it in the end, I left as they were debating making it disappear.
"Think of me as programmable soda" oh Tori.
Anyway, this morn- well afternoon, because I slept in dreaming about Heroes/DL crossovers (!) there was more kitchinging with frying up all the leftover mushrooms (we went through 5 kilos of mushrooms in two nights, yeah baby) and bacon and enough butter to drown a monkey. Heartattacktastic. But so tasty. We also tried making pavlova, but whipping the eggs up was an excersise in futility (Cath says, you're supposed to add a tiny amount of sugar THEN beat the crap out of them THEN add the rest of the sugar) but it turned out tasty anyway, and no one's going to leave that much sugar sitting round so it all got eaten.
No bonfire this year :( and... roosters. All. Day. Long. Roosters. And feeding them whisky didn't make them shut up. Not that that was us. No no, we were in the kitchen.
Now, fingers are frozen off, so I'm going to co fry some more bacon, or something. I feel like I'm wasting time if I'm not cooking!