Life in zee Burrow: Cooking thing

9 Sept 2011

Cooking thing

Have just experienced a rare burst of food-related domestic activity, triggered by the 2 drawers of wilting Able & Cole veg in the fridge. I might even have enjoyed it had it not taken 3 hours.

Anyway freezer now contains bolognase sauce, 2 batches pasta sauces and a dozen beetroot & chocolate brownies (4x tomatoes, 6x onions, 6x bits garlic, 4x medium beetroot, 1x fennel and lots of obscure veg which the kids won’t eat in it’s complete form).

Tea tonight: made up thing (2x onions, potatoes & MASSIVE cabbage covered in cheese sauce) & sausages with the lovely Jennie Whitworth Edwards who was pleasantly surprised with the cabbage experiment.

Sayings by uzzers which I much like

They misunderestimated me (George W Bush)

That's not just pants- it's pants with poo in. (Jackson, 6)

Salvation is like being returned to factory settings. But you have to admit there is a factory, and that there could be some settings. (Milton Jones)

If we crash, I give you full permission to eat my bottom (Jo - colleague and true friend)

I'm incredibly bendy for a short man. (Hamish, 5' 5")

He stole it from me! He stole it- my precious, my .....oh no, it's in my pocket. (Russell Howard)

Dr. Kelso: I know it was you.
Turk: [waving the plug from the pac man game around] You mean this right here? It's mine from home.
Dr. Kelso: Forty Million, Son. You have any idea how many patients I had to ignore to get that high-score? People died. (Scrubs)

God gave you existence. Don't rest till you know why. (John Piper)

Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocre minds. (Einstein)

EVERYbody needs somebody else. At least some of the time. People who disagree with this should try cutting their own hair. (Craig Fergusson)

God owns all the donuts (J John)

If your willy is called a penis, why isn't your bum called a poonis? (Jackson, 6)

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head. (Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots)