@ oneinthepink
I know what you mean about cooking catastrophes!

After a heavy Friday session that ended with a round of Martinis I awoke on Saturday morning feeling like someone had sandpapered my mouth with essence of Barbara Cartland.

I craved chilli, so I dragged myself out to Tescos and bought the requisite items and dragged my sorry arse back home and started cooking. It was going to be a masterpiece, and I was going to eat the lot. It had smoked jalapenos, special chilli power from texas and a dash of special ingredient.

I left it to simmer, salivating about booting the hangover out of my system with hot chili goodness. I sat down on my bed, and flicked on the TV; for some reason I couldn't concentrate and all I could think about was eating my delicious concoction, I was almost inside the pan with glee.

ARGH FUCK TWAT ARSE

I jack knifed off my bed. I had been asleep, sitting up, for the last two hours. My chilli was ruined.

:*(
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Tue 30 Sep 2008, 12:14, Reply)