I had no idea what to cook tonight. I’ve had a horrible cold for two days and just couldn’t be bothered to go shopping so it was a fridge raid – not that there was a lot to go on. Anyway, spring onions, half a yellow and a red pepper, cherry tomatoes, passata; the remains of a bag of rice and a teaspoon of smoked paprika and I had , with the addition of vegetable stock, a very nice tomato soup. And it was ready in time for me to watch ‘Masterchef:The Professionals’. *mutters rude word*.
At the moment it’s the semifinals so there are two of the contestants in an incredibly upmarket restaurant, first cooking service and then for the head chef of the restaurant. Tonight they’re at Gleneagles in Scotland, ( 2 Michelin stars and a swankygolf course. ), and they’re both getting their timings completely out. Obviously, I’m so talented that I regularly serve an eight course dégustation menu whilst looking after hyperactive 2 year old octuplets and selling my Picasso collection to Sothebys over the phone. God, I’m a legend.
Anyway, back to reality – (I think I need to cut back on the Lemsip) – tomorrow is bread baking day, and I might just have to indulge in jam tarts and biscuits as well. If I’m going to feel sorry for myself then I need to do it with plenty of sugar. Roll on the weekend – Christmas shopping, via Waitrose…
Bye for now. *sniff*