In Eastenders EVERYTHING happens in the launderette. Mainly however they fall in love in there. So what I really need in life is a launderette. Without a launderette how can I hope to find a man…?
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
Lasagne.
I went up to Birmingham this weekend. And it was mad. There are many other words that could be used to describe the weekend, but in all honesty none of them quite hit the nail on the head.
I was staying with Lindsey Chicken. Lindsey is great, if not a tad random. There are many entertaining moments from this weekend, however the best has to be the cooking.
We decided to cook lasagne for some of the other chickens on Saturday night. We got half way through..we'd made the bolognaise sauce without too many problems. Well, if you ignore the fact that the lid fell off the pepper and half a jar of whole peppercorns fell into the sauce... But ignoring that it was going well...
At which point Lindsey remembers an important piece of information.
The oven doesn't work.
right.
This could make things interesting.
How would you cook lasagne without an oven?!
We decided to pre cook the lasagne and then heat it through in the grill. Obviously this was far more sensible than just doing spaghetti bolognaise. Obviously. uh huh.
now if you've ever tried to pre cook lasagne then you'll know how complicated it can be. We ended up with Lasagne stuck to the pan, lasagne hadging form the collander till we needed it, lasagne on the floor.... Lasagne pretty much everywhere... coupled with a sudden realisation that the cheese sauce really didn't taste of cheese, or indeed white sauce, or indeed much other than flour.
Now as you can imagine when you put two chickens in such a situation it's going to get worse. In this case it got worse by our guests arriving and seeing the state we'd got into before we could hide it all and pretend nothing untoward had happened.
It actually tasted alright in the end, unless you bit into a peppercorn. And the burnt tang from teh white sauce gave a BBQ sauce hint to the event...
And Lasagne is a simple dish to do....
We were laughing so much that we didn't hear the doorbell... I haven't laughed so much or so uncontrollably in a very log time! It was great!
I was staying with Lindsey Chicken. Lindsey is great, if not a tad random. There are many entertaining moments from this weekend, however the best has to be the cooking.
We decided to cook lasagne for some of the other chickens on Saturday night. We got half way through..we'd made the bolognaise sauce without too many problems. Well, if you ignore the fact that the lid fell off the pepper and half a jar of whole peppercorns fell into the sauce... But ignoring that it was going well...
At which point Lindsey remembers an important piece of information.
The oven doesn't work.
right.
This could make things interesting.
How would you cook lasagne without an oven?!
We decided to pre cook the lasagne and then heat it through in the grill. Obviously this was far more sensible than just doing spaghetti bolognaise. Obviously. uh huh.
now if you've ever tried to pre cook lasagne then you'll know how complicated it can be. We ended up with Lasagne stuck to the pan, lasagne hadging form the collander till we needed it, lasagne on the floor.... Lasagne pretty much everywhere... coupled with a sudden realisation that the cheese sauce really didn't taste of cheese, or indeed white sauce, or indeed much other than flour.
Now as you can imagine when you put two chickens in such a situation it's going to get worse. In this case it got worse by our guests arriving and seeing the state we'd got into before we could hide it all and pretend nothing untoward had happened.
It actually tasted alright in the end, unless you bit into a peppercorn. And the burnt tang from teh white sauce gave a BBQ sauce hint to the event...
And Lasagne is a simple dish to do....
We were laughing so much that we didn't hear the doorbell... I haven't laughed so much or so uncontrollably in a very log time! It was great!
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Heaven
I’ve just had a vaguely profound conversation, and I’m recording it here so that I can’t forget it….
We were discussing God, and how are relationships with him is ever important, and in constant need of work. However, it doesn’t seem to matter how hard you work at it, there is always that feeling of hollowness from time to time. The feeling leads you to forget to pray, or to search for human relationships to fill the gap.
We realised that the hollowness feeling that you notice sometimes, even when you are feeling close to God is due to the fact that while God is physically present with us, he’s not actually physically there to touch directly. So feeling apart form God, and as though you’re missing something important isn’t something that you can do anything about. It’s the gap that will be filled when we (hopefully) make it to Heaven.
We were discussing God, and how are relationships with him is ever important, and in constant need of work. However, it doesn’t seem to matter how hard you work at it, there is always that feeling of hollowness from time to time. The feeling leads you to forget to pray, or to search for human relationships to fill the gap.
We realised that the hollowness feeling that you notice sometimes, even when you are feeling close to God is due to the fact that while God is physically present with us, he’s not actually physically there to touch directly. So feeling apart form God, and as though you’re missing something important isn’t something that you can do anything about. It’s the gap that will be filled when we (hopefully) make it to Heaven.
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