This week I have to get back on track. I had a cop out day of cooking. Thanks to a certain supermarket chain that does a meal for two deal I totes bought everything, oops!
I felt soooooooo bad on reneging on the one New Years resolution that I've kept in years. And my body soon responded with a flu relapse. Just in time for my passport photos, which had my face so swollen and puffy I should have realised I was ill, but no. Not until I woke up with the full blown poo feeling attack. I looked just how fellow sweary cook type Gordon Ramsey looked gawd bless him. WTF happened?? It wasn't bleeding flu, that's fo' sho'. Petrol dousing..horse allergic reaction..face surgery....surely not! The who and the what now?! Anywho, dude, I wasn't near gangsters with petrol cans or horsies, or indeed surgeons..but I feel the swelling face..ooof! I'll be revisiting the photo booth when I'm better. Ain't looking at that hot mess for the next ten years!
It was a strange but kinda fabulous week. Work started to get busy again, and stuff started springing out of nowhere. It marked the busy times-are-a-coming in all senses, which is YE HAAW, giddy up any go for me time, just now, I have to learn to not take the easy road and stay committed to feeding one and all (or one other, depends, innit).
Maggie Ho was back again for a movie night, and I was all set to cook. Well....we got the deal and I heated shit up. It was alright and great value, but where's the fun in that I ask ya?!
SO!! This week, Imma try Paella. I have the rice, the other ingredients won't be hard to source, so I'll just get on with it in my frying pan and hope for the best. if it works I'll try Black Rice or Arroz Negro next because that's what I really want to master but I have to go on a bit of a jaunt to get the squid ink.
This week is gonna be kind of busy, family stuff, plus I'm starting my Professional Lush course, and also ballet...oh, and also a night at the theatre where I may need to bail The Mother out of jail after attacking Brian Dennehy...he's her Ricky Martin. So Gin help us all....
In fairness, she'll surely take pity and not attck him in his current form (sorry Brian), but he was a fine bit of shtuff back in the day. Check him out hnar...
Just for the record-I'm sitting in on this play for The Daddypoo who can't make it, and it is The Field which doesn't involve any cooking demos or booze dispensing directly so I'll try to stay awake. I will however be picturing this on stage throughout just for shits and giggles....yes, I'm THAT highbrow *pops pinky out*