I love watching masterchef but I could never go on the show. They would absolutely hate my cooking because I like my meat to be over cooked (burnt) rather than still bleeding. Also I loathe tomatoes (although I do like tomato soup, heinz beans and pizza topping) and yet tomatoes seem to be required in every dish. In fact there are not many vegetables that I will eat so my menus would be very limited in the judges eyes. Having said that the only A+ I ever got at school was from the cookery teacher!
Trying to choose a restaurant for a meal out is a nightmare these days as they all insist on adding aubergine or spinach into otherwise tasty sounding dishes. I love fish pies so why do they always have to spoil them by adding broccoli or something equally horrid? Finding a sandwich or meal without tomatoes, cucumber, celery or leeks is almost impossible. I shouldn't complain - my sister is a vegan and on holiday in Europe the poor girl can never find anything to eat besides salad and chips.
My boyfriend is a fully trained chef so I have always felt a bit awkward cooking for him. The first time I ever made him lunch was just a simple baguette. He took one bite into it and out came his tooth - how embarrassing! That was 10 years ago so I think I got away with it.
Wednesday 24 March 2010
Sunday 21 March 2010
A fortune lost!
I have been doing the scoop 6 on the horses lately as the odds somehow seem better than winning the lottery. You have to pick all six race winners to win the jackpot and this weekend was a rollover with £534,520 up for grabs. Well I am absolutely devastated because five of my horses came in first place and the other horse only just got beaten into second place by way of a photo finish. How unlucky is that? The £68 share I won in the place pot is little compensation. Gutted!
Wednesday 17 March 2010
Pudding bowl haircuts
Went to see mum on Sunday and it turned out that my sister and I had both given her the same Mother's day card which said "Hand's up if your mum thinks she's a hairdresser" and had a picture of a cute little girl with the same awful haircut that we wore until we were old enough to get Saturday jobs and pay to go to the hairdresser ourselves.
Mum would put a plastic bowl over our heads every so often and trim around the edges leaving us with a very un-attractive pudding bowl haircut. That was bad but things got far worse when someone suggested she could achieve the same result using selotape. Of course mum with the scissors was never particularly accurate and so instead of the straight line around the bowl we got very crooked and very short fringes where after each attempt she cut away more of the selotape as well as our hair.
When our hair got too long she would put them in bunches, the parting always slightly wonky and I can still feel the excruciating pain at bed time when those cheap elastic bands were ripped from our hair like plasters.
Mum would put a plastic bowl over our heads every so often and trim around the edges leaving us with a very un-attractive pudding bowl haircut. That was bad but things got far worse when someone suggested she could achieve the same result using selotape. Of course mum with the scissors was never particularly accurate and so instead of the straight line around the bowl we got very crooked and very short fringes where after each attempt she cut away more of the selotape as well as our hair.
When our hair got too long she would put them in bunches, the parting always slightly wonky and I can still feel the excruciating pain at bed time when those cheap elastic bands were ripped from our hair like plasters.
Wednesday 10 March 2010
Jumper on the line?
Once again my train was delayed tonight by "a person being hit by a train". What is the matter with these people? Any sympathy I might have had is swept away by their complete disregard for the thousands of people whose evenings they seem intent on spoiling. Why do they always chose to "jump" during rush hour?
You have got to hand it to BR though. Despite their lack of communication about which train is departing next, the subsequent chaos, the crowded concourse and the sardine packed carriages, I have to admit that they have got this particular situation covered. Nowadays they can clear the line of any debris very quickly incurring only a 29 minutes delay (they would have to fork out compensation vouchers if it was over 30 minutes). Tonight they slipped up and my delay was about 40 minutes. A valid claim is already in the post.
You have got to hand it to BR though. Despite their lack of communication about which train is departing next, the subsequent chaos, the crowded concourse and the sardine packed carriages, I have to admit that they have got this particular situation covered. Nowadays they can clear the line of any debris very quickly incurring only a 29 minutes delay (they would have to fork out compensation vouchers if it was over 30 minutes). Tonight they slipped up and my delay was about 40 minutes. A valid claim is already in the post.
Saturday 6 March 2010
A long week
This week has been tough, the first full week since having 2 weeks off. Work has been busy but nothing of note has happened and I just feel very tired.
Sometimes, walking to and from work I get the sense that I am invisible. People seem to walk into me constantly and barge past me as if I'm not there. Well on Tuesday a very well dressed but rude man stubbed his expensive coat out on my cigarette as he pushed me out of the way. I hope he burned a hole in it.
On Friday morning I woke up early and in my semi-conscious state I thought it was Saturday. Such a lovely feeling knowing that I could turn over and go back to sleep. But then, slowly the horrible realisation crept in that it was Friday and just to confirm my worst fears the alarm clock blared out loudly.
Sometimes, walking to and from work I get the sense that I am invisible. People seem to walk into me constantly and barge past me as if I'm not there. Well on Tuesday a very well dressed but rude man stubbed his expensive coat out on my cigarette as he pushed me out of the way. I hope he burned a hole in it.
On Friday morning I woke up early and in my semi-conscious state I thought it was Saturday. Such a lovely feeling knowing that I could turn over and go back to sleep. But then, slowly the horrible realisation crept in that it was Friday and just to confirm my worst fears the alarm clock blared out loudly.
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