Waldorf saladbut with cabbage and pears instead of lettuce and apple. Rather soggy. But I was only six.
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Thu 9 Oct 2003, 14:42,
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Tuna pasta surpriseMy wife persuaded me to cook for her one night. It's not that unusual an occurrence, I do a pretty good lasagne. Actually, that's about the only thing I cook, but I am good at it.
Anyway, she suggested tuna pasta bake, and I complied. I was merrily getting the pasta cooked, and heating up the oven, when she pops in to suggest having some vegetable with it, meaning the frozen veg from the cupboard.
Not really paying attention, I got the frozen vegetables and threw then into the dish, along with the pasta, and the sauce. I stirred it all up, feeling only vague disquiet at the fact that the frozen broccoli was sticking up through the top of the mixture.
When it came out of the oven, the wife was rather surprised indeed. The vegetables were a long way from being cooked, apart from the ends of the broccoli which were lovely and juicy.
And the surprise? In my efforts to get the frozen vegetables into the dish, there was no room for the tuna.
Quickie: When about 17, my parents went away for a few days, taking my siblings with them, and leaving me home alone.
not knowing much about cooking, I got out the frozen chicken nuggets and heated up the deep fat frier. This was on the hob, not one of these fancy ones with thermostats and girly things like that.
It said on the packet that it would take 20 minutes to cook... just the ticket, that was about enough time to build and smoke one of my special cigarettes, which would assuredly make the chicken nuggets taste better anyway. Being clever, I even set an alarm clock, as you know how time flies at times like that.
Anyway, twenty minutes later I went out to find the kitchen filled with smoke, which was emanating at a scary rate from the deep fat frier. Probably a *very* narrow escape, my slightly dazed brain just grabbed the pan and ran for the back door.
Captain Birds-Eye nearly burnt my house down! Beardy-wierdy!
I dined on crisps and chocolate that night. yum!
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Thu 9 Oct 2003, 15:22,
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Anyway, she suggested tuna pasta bake, and I complied. I was merrily getting the pasta cooked, and heating up the oven, when she pops in to suggest having some vegetable with it, meaning the frozen veg from the cupboard.
Not really paying attention, I got the frozen vegetables and threw then into the dish, along with the pasta, and the sauce. I stirred it all up, feeling only vague disquiet at the fact that the frozen broccoli was sticking up through the top of the mixture.
When it came out of the oven, the wife was rather surprised indeed. The vegetables were a long way from being cooked, apart from the ends of the broccoli which were lovely and juicy.
And the surprise? In my efforts to get the frozen vegetables into the dish, there was no room for the tuna.
Quickie: When about 17, my parents went away for a few days, taking my siblings with them, and leaving me home alone.
not knowing much about cooking, I got out the frozen chicken nuggets and heated up the deep fat frier. This was on the hob, not one of these fancy ones with thermostats and girly things like that.
It said on the packet that it would take 20 minutes to cook... just the ticket, that was about enough time to build and smoke one of my special cigarettes, which would assuredly make the chicken nuggets taste better anyway. Being clever, I even set an alarm clock, as you know how time flies at times like that.
Anyway, twenty minutes later I went out to find the kitchen filled with smoke, which was emanating at a scary rate from the deep fat frier. Probably a *very* narrow escape, my slightly dazed brain just grabbed the pan and ran for the back door.
Captain Birds-Eye nearly burnt my house down! Beardy-wierdy!
I dined on crisps and chocolate that night. yum!