Pun in the Oven

I have the deepest respect for people who cook anything when it is so hot and humid - although perhaps other peoples kitchens are not the "don't kick over the dog's water, trip over the aged cat, get the cat off the fruit bowl, avoid impaling yourself on the monstrosity of the "Fly Paper" - type of kitchen so barely tolerated by myself.

By the time I have made the area relatively safe and hygenic (think NHS standards only) I am so exhausted and fed up it is as much as I can do to unwrap a frozen Pizza.  Now, Eldest Spawn is arriving at Stupid O'Clock on Wednesday Morning 3.am to be not only precise but, I have just realised, referencing a Simon and Garfunkel album of the late 60's which pleases me somewhat....   Too hot for sentences; I already use more correct punctuation marks than most people so I believe I can be excused this offering.

Where (indeed Why?  ) was I?  Oh yes, Eldest Spawn who is now a Veggie (having also read the dreaded and drattted book (Eating Animals op cit) has just informed me that there will be several of "them" arriving and while practising for their "Wedding Gig" will need regular offering of sustenance.  I will therefore now have to re-visit Belleau Kitchen in order to rip off some of my "original" recipes....  There had better be some easy peasy ones.  Although I now own some Balsamic Vinegar and Fresh Basil so I feel so chic and "can do" about tearing leaves and drizzling stuff - I am soon going to get myself one of those massive "Black Pepper Phallus's" that you pose cheffily with by twisting a million miles above your 'creation' in a dramatic finale.

Oh, well, better get on with it then.....

Not only but also...

When I first decided to play "Duelling Blog Offs" with Dom at Belleau Kitchen - it was just supposed to be a quick cheap laugh - He blogs his wonderful culinary creations, photographed beautifully and presented with all the professional care and expertise that he so lightly wears .... I was just going to "Blog My Tea" and stick a photo up of the absolute brown lentil porridge that I forcefeed my family.  However, obviously being totally crap at everything - I couldnt even get that together or work out how to take a photo of said culinary mess and post it.  I did think that the "Reluctant Vegetarian" was quite a good name though - At least I had that but now...... Now I belatedly realise that there are millions of Reluctant Vegetarian sites and all are (obviously) more thought provoking and interesting than mine. 

I shall therefore be down the end of the garden eating faux-meat worms while I think of another more original name for my crap blog.   Pip pip....

....in which she cements her right to "Crap Mum" title....

Well, I never said I wasnt a crap mum.  Seriously I do try to lurch from one mission to another in a regular and orderly fashion but I find it nigh on impossible to keep stuff in my head for very long these days... What am I going to be like in the future -"  I Grow Old I grow Old, Shall I wear my trousers rolled?"....

Okay, so I didnt make it to Youngest spawn's School Induction Day Parents Show round - so, he was "stood waiting in the corner on his own like the crap kid on the bench...." So - what can I do - if I have any more stupid calenders and notes and things pinned hopefully on the dashboard or the fridge to remind me then I would not be able to move.  Doh! Though.  This one is going to take some seriously suck up to get over....  Got to go, I have to iron my Hair Shirt - and eat some more mum guilt baked crow...