Its been a while since my last post because I've needed time to recover from the cooking trauma that I've been through recently. It had all started so well and I think a false sense of security kicked in about how easy this all was. The praise, the adulation from the mass of people around the world, the easy successes. Surrounded by people who don't want to speak the unpalatable truth about the disaster all around that has been created - I think the term "giddy with perceived glory" is apt together with "believe your own publicity" and its no surprise that the effect of the so many failures are still being felt by so many.
Anyway, enough about the Thatcher years and back to the cooking trauma I've been through recently.
The Good
The Good was what I think is my best food so far - Sausages in a sticky sauce.
The Bad
"These look good - you could easily cook these for us" enthused The Consort one Sunday Morning as she browsed through the Sunday "Style" supplement. She enthusiastically tore the page out and I have to admit that it looked good - Sprats in a spicy batter. So a few days later when I was strolling through Tesco and saw Sprats for sale I immediately knew what to do for the evening meal.
This was definitely the hardest thing I've cooked so far as it was all so fiddly and I had to cook the Sprats in 3 batches and then try to keep it all hot.
The Consort and her son were both very kind and said that it tasted good but the truth is they were disgusting - I've decided that my cooking was absolutely not to blame and that this particular fish really are only good for catching Mackerel.
The Ugly
The kitchen was an absolute disaster area by the time it was all over and it took lots of Labour to sort it out afterwards - which takes us right back to the Thatcher years.
Oh dear, you're sounding a bit despondent. And we're missing your regular blogging. So, this is praise, not only for your cooking efforts (and presentation) but also for your funny, witty writing. Keep it up!!! Jxx
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