The dog-doo was delicious, thanks for asking!
Talking of poo, I can no longer tolerate the kittens potty training in the house. I had invested in a lavatory for felines from the store that should be re-named, 'You love your pets so much that you will be blind to our prices.com.' But the pong is unacceptable so....OUT! OUT! OUT I SAY!
We are now the proud owners of a cat flap. How cool is that? Husband spent an age in the store reading the back of packets. Did you know, of course you did, that there are some cat flaps that magically open up just for your precious kitties?....Some sort of computer chip tells the flap that this is his/her home. No bringing pals over, no chickens popping in to warm up in the kitchen, just your cats! We bought the cheap one; it opens, it closes! Cool.
Posting the cats in and out of the cat flap has been fun also....
On a completely different note, I have to confess I have fallen off the wagon....1 glass of wine Friday, 2 glasses of wine Saturday!! In order to have a good week next week I am sitting here finishing the bottle! What a saint I am! To Sarah, a friend with will power who lasted the whole of January I say,'I am not worthy to wash your feet.' MANTRA: *Monday to Friday I will not drink. Monday to Friday I will not drink. Monday to Friday I will not drink.... *Exception: Book Club on Wednesday.
SOAP BOX MOMENT
Last night, Saturday night, I thought I'd have a night 'off' so to speak. I'm a bit of a cook on the sly (just ignore the poo incident in previous blog) and like to menu plan during the week; spaghetti bolognaise, roast duck and mash potatoes, chicken thighs wrapped in bacon, slow cooker lamb, to name but a few. On Saturday I thought I'd get a take-away meal from Tesco, delivered with my usual order on a Friday. I chose a Ken Hom (he's on the telly don't you know, AND he's brilliant at cooking chinese food, mainly because he IS Chinese.) The take-away was revolting. I could detect no chinese flavours at all! Put it this way; when we could eat no more we scraped the spring rolls and egg fried rice into a dish for the chickens. (We binned everything else.) Then we set about putting the kids to bed and when we came back downstairs an hour later, the cats hadn't touched the left-over food which was exposed on the kitchen table. THAT IS A VERY BAD SIGN!
My advice: Cook it yourself or go to an authentic take-away restaurant. Ken Hom - you ought to be ashamed!
Oh, I wouldn't have said it looked like dog poo. :) But it sounds like your Chinese take-out might have had a close resemblance.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that I've ever had Chinese food that tasted bad outright. But I have had Chinese food that was absolutely tasteless. Multiple restaurants use the same recipe title, yet the dish at one restaurant is bold and flavorful, while the same dish at another restaurant is bland, soggy, and tasteless.
IMO, it's not the same dish then.
On my 'To Do' list for the Easter Holidays:
ReplyDelete1. Take family to a real Chinese restaurant. I can't have their only chinese food reference to be that yucky meal.
2. Lose 4 stone, get my eyebrows waxed! (hmmmmm...)
3. Check out when Toy Story 3 will hit the UK (Husband is a BIG fan)