Ahh, what a day! – Well woke this morning a little peckish and for some reason I felt like a crumpet, I didn’t look like one I might add, just felt like one. So, discovering none around a quick trip to Tesco’s was in order.
As you do, perusing the shelves, looking around wondering what women lurking in the alleys may be members of this site, I discovered mince on offer – not only was it on offer it was bloody cheap. Hey ho, I couldn’t pass this up, so left the basket lying around, grabbed a trolley and piled into it packet after packet of mince, thinking what a great day I am going to have, in the kitchen all day concocting delectable dishes. Ahh, kitchen, cooking, can’t be done without a drop of red wine so picked up a couple of bottles also.
So there I was heading home, contemplating, lasagne, chilli, burgers spag bog etc etc. all the while with the car doing wheelies due to the half hundredweight of mince in the boot.
Ok, into the kitchen at 10, where to start, ah yes, with the crumpet – errrr bugger, forgot the crumpets, ah well, who needs them, me, I’m eating lasagne tonight mmmmmmmmm
Now, as I said, I had some wonderful ideas about what to cook, thinking that once all done, chuck it all in the freezer and I will have decent meals for weeks to come.
Started browning off some of the packets in the biggest pan I could find, realising that I need to sort chillies, onions, mushrooms et all. I suppose it was at this point that things started to go wrong. Mixing the mince, whilst peeling onions is no mean feat, as the tears started to flow and the knife got blurry I burnt my finger on the pan and sliced into my finger all at the same time – which one to suck first, cold water on the cut, plaster on the burn nah nah, this cant be right – Oh fuck it, the mince is catching on the bottom of the pan – grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ok two steps back, I can do this, I can cook so where am I going wrong. Ahhhh, it dawned on me, it must be this multi tasking thing, after all, its not exactly men’s forte.
So I went back to basics and started each meal in turn, looking at my remaining 30 odd packets of mince despondently.
By 1pm, burgers done and chilli simmering I thought it best to crack open the red wine while I started spag bog. Half way through the bottle and I’m thinking whey hey hey, this is damn fine stuff as I turn on the CD, dancing about and doing my Aisley drizzle a bit of this and a bit of that thing. Obviously realizing later that of course, missing out on my crumpet meant that I had not eaten a thing yet.
So, to cut a long story short (if you have got this far) it is now 7:30 at night I am totally knackered and I have a pile of washing up two miles high.
I started to wonder, why oh why did I ever go to Tesco’s today. Oohh and does anyone want any mince – I have about 10 packets left.
So, if you have actually read this far, you probably are wondering why on earth has this daft sod mentioned all this.
Well as I sat here musing – I wondered – has anybody else started something – could be anything at all and half way through think why the hell am I doing this. And if you did think that – what did you do, give up or carry on?