Tuesday, January 05, 2010

The Apocalypse and George

I don't normally bore you with my dreams - is there anything worse than hearing about someone else's dreams? oh, yes, actually, probably there is, like going to Skegness - but last night's was highly significant I suspect.

I dreamt it was the night before the apocalypse and that I was packing ready. I was dithering over which cookery book to put in my suitcase. I finally opted for Delia on the grounds that she covers everything that I will need in a post-apocalyptic world.

I think it's because I bought and used Nigella's Christmas book. (Although I still don't like to watch her on television.) My betrayal of the woman who taught me some of what I know has probably brought forward the time of the apocalypse. All my fault.

Actually the gates of hell may be open even as I write judging by the sulphurous smell wafting my way.

Oh, no, wait, it's just George. He stole 3 pieces of salmon and a steak last night, and that was after he'd eaten his tea, the little piggy. He's in a different room and his bottom is about 3 metres away from me. Is this a foresmell of the year ahead?

5 comments:

MissKris said...

I'm hoping when I step over to the "Other Side" that cooking will be one thing I will never ever ever have to do again...ESPECIALLY menu planning! UGH! After cooking for 41 years...I did dinner as a teen, too...I am plumb out of ideas, ha!

Lia said...

Are you telling me that I will still "HAVE" to cook on the other side!!!!!
All the more reason for me to be as willful and absent from the kitchen while I can still get away with it.
Says she while she has a chicken roasting in the oven ,cos the men of the house need dinner early tonight and I am already planning to use to left over meat to make a chicken stew the next day as we are expecting 1mm of snow and London to grind to a halt. I really should take my own advise and go on strike from the kitchen any day soon
Thanks for your comments on my last post,it meand a lot to me.
Much love Lia
xx

CherryPie said...

I need an update on those smells...

Liz Hinds said...

It is the planning as much as anything, isn't it, kris?

Are you snowed in, lia? Elder Son in Egham is.

Seem to have ceased, thankfully, cherrypie. Maybe hell isn't opening up after all.

Rose said...

Just so George didn't touch your Maltesers! Sophie has been sneaking food off the kitchen counter when I wasn't looking--just this week she's had 1/2 loaf of French bread, the buns I'd set out for hamburgers last night, 1/2 stick of butter, and a dish full of peanuts. Sulphurous is a kind way to describe the results:)