I just made, and ate, one of the worst dinners I have ever cooked. Apricot chicken, but I didn’t have an onion – well I did, but it’s a red onion and I thought it would clash with the apricot chicken – shut up, you know I’m right – and then I realised what I was pouring into the pan was a can of apricots in syrup, not apricot nectar as directed. Gross. Apricots in syrup are, in case you were unaware, COMPLETLEY DISSIMILAR to apricot nectar. Oh well. That beats out the previous worst meal: the green chicken curry where I added the sachet of curry paste without reading the instructions (they were in THAI) (mostly) and it turns out I was supposed to only use one teaspoon, not the five tablespoons in the sachet. That was so hot we were abandoning the chicken as radioactive (even smelling it bought tears to your eyes) and trying just to eat the rice. The funniest thing about that was the next thing I cooked in that pan, I think it was a stirfry, tasted fine but had a slight burning lip tinge as you ate it. The pan was completely clean, by the way. In case you think I just cook over the top of the previous meal. I hardly ever do that.
Speaking of cooking, here are some pics of my Japanese egg mould. Sorry about the dull photos due to lack of light: I have lost my grip on the weather and it is DARK, and RAINING, and COLD. Someone in the northern hemisphere has stolen my weather mojo and is taking credit for spring up there. Damn them. Anyway, you hard-boil the egg, shell it while it’s still hot, ram it straight into the mould and slam it shut. To do this, you need extra-large eggs and I had to buy cage eggs (as the only extra-large eggs in the entire supermarket) and this affected me surprisingly deeply. Also, two of the cage eggs cracked in the saucepan because of their crappy thin shells. So this is the only egg that made it through. Now it’s a fish! Yay for shaped food!
Fishy mould, closed. What wonders lurk within?
Why, it’s an egg! Shaped like a fish! With no tail, because the egg ran out!