DIY disasters
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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Gravy?
Not really a DIY thing, as I try to avoid such shenanigans whenever possible, unless there’s a detailed blueprint of which screw goes into which hole…
But I am trying to be a little more adventurous in the kitchen. My girlfriend is a real foodie and I often ask her how to make the yummy dinners she regularly dishes up for me.
I bought rump steak last week and thought I’d have a crack at making some peppercorn sauce. This was an unmitigated disaster. I didn’t have Dijon mustard, so I used honey mustard. I didn’t have white wine, I only had red. I didn’t have cream, only Emlea. But I had bags of enthusiasm.
I followed the instructions to the letter but ended up with a putrid pink mass of shite that tasted as far away from peppercorn sauce as it’s possible to get. I did add a healthy quantity of gravy granules though, to make it at least look like what it was meant to be. No go; it still tasted shite.
So I throw the congealed mess down the sink and did what I knew best: threw the remaining gravy granules into some hot water and ground some pepper into it. It was ace.
( , Sat 5 Apr 2008, 9:31, Reply)
Not really a DIY thing, as I try to avoid such shenanigans whenever possible, unless there’s a detailed blueprint of which screw goes into which hole…
But I am trying to be a little more adventurous in the kitchen. My girlfriend is a real foodie and I often ask her how to make the yummy dinners she regularly dishes up for me.
I bought rump steak last week and thought I’d have a crack at making some peppercorn sauce. This was an unmitigated disaster. I didn’t have Dijon mustard, so I used honey mustard. I didn’t have white wine, I only had red. I didn’t have cream, only Emlea. But I had bags of enthusiasm.
I followed the instructions to the letter but ended up with a putrid pink mass of shite that tasted as far away from peppercorn sauce as it’s possible to get. I did add a healthy quantity of gravy granules though, to make it at least look like what it was meant to be. No go; it still tasted shite.
So I throw the congealed mess down the sink and did what I knew best: threw the remaining gravy granules into some hot water and ground some pepper into it. It was ace.
( , Sat 5 Apr 2008, 9:31, Reply)
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