Got home late tonight and as Alex is a bit under the weather and lying on the sofa ..........no tea was made. So looking at starving kids and ill wife I rushed into the breach to save the day.
Now what is in the fridge and cupboards that is easy to make. A bit of ham, pasta, garlic bread and soft cheese. That'll do.........a bit of Tagliatelle :thumbup:
Boil the kettle and get the pasta on the go, get the cheese in the saucepan and start stirring. Pasta coming along great, the cheese is starting to melt.......time to chop up the ham. Re-boil kettle to pour over cooked pasta when ready, check on cheese and stir...........forget the garlic bread so put that on a baking tray and put in the oven. At this point it starts going downhill. Kids come in to see dad cooking and take up positions at the table to watch. I am feeling real proud of myself for saving the day. Look up to see that the pan of soft cheese that hasn't been stirred for 1 minute has developed an air bubble.....that is getting larger as I am watching. Pick up wooden stirrer and press bubble to deflate it......then BANG!!!!!! Since I forgot to add milk the cheese has become the same consistancy as napalm. The cheese erupts out of pan in all directions. Up the wall, along the counter and in my general diection. It spatters my hands and my face, also a small globulet has flown in the air and landed splatt......right on my bald spot. FECKING HELL this burns. I start screaming and raise my hands to my head to wipe away the burning cheese.........unfortunately I still have the wooden stirrer in my hand which is still inside the cheese sauce......this brings a load of cheese out that then splatts on me further. I am effing and jeffing as I get more covered in this sauce. I now have a burnt hand, face and bald spot. The kids are in fits of laughter and I am red in the face and getting ready to blow. Alex gets off the sofa and comes in........she takes the scene in and shakes her head and walks away, that just says it all really.
Tea was served with me covered in scorch marks and chuntering away..........and to top it all off. The kids went and said........."It don't taste like mums"!!!!!!!!!
I nearly had two ex-kids, buried under the patio...........bloody critics
Dave_Notts