See? I'm learning about myself; so it's all good stuff, which brings me to the question: Whats the worst disaster you have ever cooked and still eaten?
As an update:
Kids gone: To Lewes with their big sister, for the 400th Firework display, or somesuch.
Husband gone: To the shops. He is on male weekend time - the type where he says he'll be an hour and swears he only took an hour, even when he turns back up around teatime. I think its got something to do with the spatial vortex fitted as standard to the over-door heaters in betting shops. Funny how watching a two minute dog race can take an hour in real time.
To divert myself from waves of panic and jealousy regarding the children, I decided that as it was about noon, breakfast was in order. All very well, if there was anything usual in the house, but I had to get creative.
Grabbing my trusty 1950s cookbook, turning to page 226, creativity took too strong a hold.
Instead of knocking up a batch of English pancakes, I decided to try the recipe for American pancakes instead - calling for such little extras as butter and baking powder. I also put two eggs in because we were short of milk.
I now know that American pancakes are less like crepes and more like, well, shallow-fried cake.
I also discovered that if you give up mucking around with egg rings a la griddle cakes, and instead pour the lot in one pan and make an eight inch monstrosity, a quarter inch thick, then half way through you get the sensation that you are consuming incredibly heavy, sugared Yorkshire pudding - not the proper, light, oven baked stuff, but the slightly over greasy and mechanically aeriated supermarket stuff. Maybe I'll try baking powder in my next toad-in-the-hole. Maybe not.
I've never actually swallowed a lead balloon; however..............
Your turn - tell!