Friday, 4 November 2011

Sunday, 9 October 2011

My Cooking Sux

His Regal Handsomeness regards me from his position on my keyboard... 

 "He he, you forgot to turn the flash on, didn't ya?  Didn't ya?  *stoopid bean*".

 "Oh noes, what now...?"

"I don't belieeeeve it!"

"Her glasses have popped a lens yet again"


Pinky brought me some lovely fresh vegetables from his garden, which I thought would go beautifully with griddled steak, so last Saturday I went down to the local Co-op to buy Aberdeen Angus beef - one of, if not the, best British beef you can buy, which I knew they sold.

None.  No beef steaks of any kind.  So, made a salad with some of Pinky's tomatoes, plus some cucumber and Greek-style yoghurt, accompanied by tinned salmon dressed with balsamic vinegar.  Nice.

Monday, went back to Co-op.  Just one steak, a British beef sirloin, not specified as Aberdeen Angus and not one of my preferred cuts: fillet, ribeye or rump, but it looked halfway decent so I bought it. 

Couldn't cook on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday.  Won't bore you with the reason.  Friday came and almost went...  Felt so tired and cold!  I shivered under the duvet.  The Caramels were the bestest, bless their hearts.  Alfie climbed into bed and cuddled up against my tummy, while Simba curled up in the crook of my knees on top of the duvet.  I was the filling in a cat sandwich, gorgeous!  Even so, I shivered, but eventually, zzzzzz...

Early evening I woke to find Alfie gone.  Simba was still in position but as soon as I moved he jumped onto the dressing table and played music on the venetian blinds...

 ...much like he did here in the living room on another occasion.

We went downstairs and got "breakfast" again and oh gosh, last of the Whiskas' Pouches!  This called for an emergency trip to the corner shop.  You may be aware, dear reader, that I'm unsteady on my feet and this was the scariest excursion I've ever made.  Suffice it to say that by the time I got home I was no longer cold.

Saturday I felt better, so I cooked my steak dinner.

Looks okay doesn't it?  Not exactly cordon bleu presentation, but okay.

The flavours were good, BUT...

The steak was as tough as old boots.  The mushrooms were bland and watery.  I ruined the red wine sauce by reducing it too much and then topping it up with too much liquid due to clumsiness.  I overcooked the potatoes (still don't know how) so they came out as hard as bullets (tasted delicious though!).  Pinky's tomatoes were the redeeming feature - they cooked perfectly and were delicious!

I'm opening my restaurant next week.  You are cordially invited to the Grand Opening!

:) xxx

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Yesterday I went to the Eye Hospital for a check-up on how my squint is doing, accompanied, as usual, by my bestest frennid Geoff.  My eyes haven't changed much, which is good, though I wish they would improve!

Anyhoo, while in Brighton we did what we usually do - a bit of shopping followed by delicious hot dogs from the stand.

Geoff was bored out of his crust on this occasion because I was choosing lipstick (he hates lipstick!) and since all the shades have changed it took me a long time to choose, especially as Boots had an offer of 3 for the price of 2. Likewise with hair dyes!  Eventually, a me chuffed with her bargains and a slightly grumpy Geoff made our way to the hot dog stand. "Whose turn is it to pay?" asked Geoff.  "Well, I think it's me," I replied truthfully.  Even if it had been Geoff's turn, I think I would have answered the same after what he'd had to endure!

Anyhoo, we enjoyed our lovely, delicious hot dogs and while doing so, noticed how few pigeons there were about begging us for scraps.  On a previous occasion, we took these pictures on our mobile phones:

 Perhaps the council have done a cull... :(


 :) xxx

Friday, 23 September 2011

Stop! Thief!!!

Yes, I know, the place is a bit of a mess...

The talking in the background is the telly.

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Boris in the Bath

For 3 days there's been a Boris, the size of a small plate, in my bath; hence I'm very smelly and you could fry chips in my hair.  Where are the cats when you need them?  Every time I plucked up enough courage to look, there was Boris, standing in my bath, looking up at me angrily.  He was too big for me to attempt to rescue him but I felt sorry for him so I poured a little water at the opposite end of the bath so at least he wouldn't die of thirst.

Oh joy!  The Caramels were having a mad 5 minutes earlier and Simba followed me up to the bathroom...  I hunkered down and played with him.  I tapped the bath and he came over, almost jumped in, but didn't.  Simba doesn't like to be picked up so I usually respect this.

However, when we repeated the game, several things happened simultaneously:  I tried to pick up Simba and put him in the bath and while he struggled I saw that Boris had come over to the side of the bath.  One of Simba's arms was stretched out and suddenly Boris jumped!!!  I thought he landed on Simba, who meanwhile was legging it out the door while I fell over...

I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and started off downstairs...  AAARRRGH!  Halfway down there was Boris, on my t-shirt...

:) xxx


Thursday, 9 June 2011

What Sea?

Skype conversation between Pinky and Black Cat:

08/06/2011 22:47:55 Pinky: Allo singletude?
22:49:06 Black Cat: Wot?!
22:49:55 Pinky: As you're one you're a singletude as opposed to a multitude!
22:50:29 Black Cat: Oh, I get it... :)
22:51:07 Pinky: Great, let's all hold hands and get in touch with the living (rofl)
22:54:02 Black Cat: Or time travel while gardening, watch Not Going Out and generally keep up with one's loony best friend, lol! (rofl)
22:55:10 Pinky: Don't follow Not Going Out, am watching a recording about Britain's secret seas
22:56:20 Black Cat: Oh, well, NGO is very funny!
22:56:50 Black Cat: Erm, wot secret seas?
22:58:23 Pinky: Broadcast on 29th May. Just seen a sequence about life under the Palace Pier
23:01:29 Black Cat: That's not a secret sea, that's the Channel, or the North Sea, or the Atlantic Ocean or summat! The Irish Sea maybe?
23:02:18 Pinky: Well I dunno about you, but I live by the seaside
23:02:58 Black Cat: Yeah dood, but what seaside?!
23:03:35 Pinky: Brighton seaside
23:05:23 Black Cat: Bristol Channel? Med? Caribbean? Brighton Aquarium? Wot the 'eck is our local sea, lol!?!
23:06:30 Pinky: The Brighton Aquarium is on land silly
23:06:49 Black Cat: Face it, you don't know, you's googling!!!
23:07:08 Pinky: No I'm not!!
23:08:42 Black Cat: The Brighton Aquarium is not on land, it's under water, that's how fish piss in it!
23:09:09 Pinky: Yes, but the water is on land!
23:10:32 Black Cat: No it can't be, it's water for Ceiling Cat's sake!
23:10:59 Pinky: Eh!
23:11:20 Black Cat: Wait one, going 2 da l'eau...
08/06/2011 23:11:34 Pinky: Love it

Later I pointed out to Pinky that all seas are on land (think about it...) therefore the Brighton Aquarium, being full of sea water, could be a (very small) sea, hee hee!


:) xxx