Hmmm, So much for my virtuous plans to cook this weekend. Thursday night found me awake till 4a.m, for no conceivable reason, then I had to get up after three hours sleep and go to two long meetings. So Friday night was a readymade pizza from Sainsbury’s and a few welcome gin and tonics; Saturday was a ready made Brie, Caramelized red onion and maple bacon cheesecake with a salad, all from Waitrose. Even though it’s Sunday and I’ve now had plenty of sleep, I still feel tired. Anyway, there’s a poussin in the fridge, so I’m going to rouse myself to cook it later on, if I don’t fall asleep.
Other news – our mouse has returned for its annual Christmas break – it shares its time unselfishly between the four flats in our block. It was my turn for a visit at midnight, and today it’s gone next door to Sarah’s. Might have something to do with the unrelenting stench of bleach that now pervades my kitchen. If all else fails then I’m going up the road to borrow the neighbour’s cat. She’s an unrelenting hunter and, if nothing else , the smell of kittycat might just teach unwelcome visitors to stay away. I did try a trap, (humane), in the kitchen last year and it made no difference whatsoever, despite serving a gourmet buffet every single day. I did hear squeaking, and thought it might have worked, but on reflection it was probably hysterical mouse laughter.
So, all being well, there may be a recipe up here in the next couple of days, alongside a large advert, extolling the virtues of Rentokil. And a nice photo of a bottle of Gordons…..