Have been running hither and nither dancing, rowing, drinking and boogying (as distinct from dancing) and even OKCupid-ing. Yes, yes, I know I said no more internet dating but hell, I'm still single. And while it is mainly OK (being single that is) I met this very cute couple on the train recently who met on OKCupid and convinced me to give it a go.
So I am.
In the meantime a friend has put me onto My Drunk Kitchen. I have taken an instant like to it as I don't go into my kitchen very often. (The best thing about my kitchen is the bin which is concealed, looking for all the world like just another cupboard, and slides out to reveal two containers: one for rubbish, one for recycling. So cool.) Allow me to elaborate on the joys of cooking:
- Toast for me is a version of cooking.
- My favourite type of cooking involves using only one pot.
- I never, ever watch cooking shows.
- I'd rather go on a diet than shop for groceries.
- If I'm busy I can avoid 'preparing' anything to eat and snack on things like almonds, one slice of cheese, a piece of bread etc. (I'm not gourmet anything.)
- Cheese and vegemite on toast is a handy combination that can be used for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
- It doesn't matter what ingredients the recipe calls for, I usually don't have half of them. Or they have mould growing on them.
- Arnotts has already created the ultimate food: Caramel TimTams
I particularly like this Drunk Kitchen episode: it sums up every thing I don't like about baking:
- Reading the recipe
- Having a rolling pin
- Finding a teaspoon to measure the flour
- Melting butter
- Reading the really long recipe. . . .
- blah, blah, blah
I like the part/s where she drinks cider. . .
When my mother-in-law stayed with us she was horrified. I had NO rolling pin and NO dishes for baking.
She then proceeded to make scones or pikelets EVERY SINGLE DAY. FYI I never particularly cared for scones or pikelets in the first place. After three months of staring at scones or pikelets heaped up on a plate on the counter every day and hearing her say: "Well, someone's got to eat them."
I now HATE scones and pikelets. I'd rather eat liver. Or brussel sprouts. (Just sayin'.)