butterflyuk

I have cooked for reasonably big numbers in my time. I don’t think I am a bad cook. Almost every other week-end I used to invite friends round for a mini party/get together. We used to meet up at my place, drink, cook and eat together. Then it all slowed down. Even normal day to day cooking was not accepted as normal food. I got myself busy with two, three jobs and lost interest in cooking. Can’t say I was interested in cooking as a hobby but cooking for people who enjoyed it was enough to make me want to cook. Now things are better and my food is being appreciated but I haven’t slotted myself in gear yet. Not having enough time to do everything doesn’t help either.

To take the easy option for Christmas and having less than two people to feed a full turkey wasn’t an option so I bought a 6” ready done piece of turkey from Marks & Spencer. By not eating on time it went more like a rat than a turkey. On top of that I was adamant that it will be eaten since it wasn’t my fault that it turned into a rat. By now I was so much under the influence of red wine that I tried to make instant gravy out of stock powder and couldn't understand why it wouldn't thicken!

Shall we leave the rest of the story now that you have got the jest of it?

I think I should stay away from this lovely phrase in this instant.  Bringing up the word “stove-slave” in Christmas conversation might bring the memory of the rat shaped turkey and salty liquid for the gravy!