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« Reply #4020 on: 22:53:23, 08-12-2007 » |
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Instructions to Chafie:
For best results, place frozen pizza directly on oven rack, not on a baking sheet. Wait 12 minutes. Enjoy.
For worst results, place it on a baking sheet, then read the instructions, then attempt to remove the baking sheet from under the pizza. Spill toppings of pizza onto the heating unit below the pizza, instantly creating a charred black mass that needs cleaning. Burn your hand. Curse. Wait 12 minutes. "Enjoy."
Chaffers, you have just been the cause of a massive Mort snork! Ahem. Might I suggest you now avail yourself of the services of a pizza delivery emporium? Much safer on the old mitts.  |
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« Reply #4021 on: 23:01:27, 08-12-2007 » |
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Instructions to Chafie:
For best results, place frozen pizza directly on oven rack, not on a baking sheet. Wait 12 minutes. Enjoy.
For worst results, place it on a baking sheet, then read the instructions, then attempt to remove the baking sheet from under the pizza. Spill toppings of pizza onto the heating unit below the pizza, instantly creating a charred black mass that needs cleaning. Burn your hand. Curse. Wait 12 minutes. "Enjoy."
You could always walk down the road to buy a take-away pizza, cariad bach. That's what t_i_n did an hour or two ago. No grumpiness here, except that occasioned by my having gone to bed around 6.30am, slept on and off till 3, and still not done anything very useful with the day (pizza purchasing aside). |
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« Reply #4022 on: 23:09:42, 08-12-2007 » |
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I left a frying pan boiling on the stove (water and washing-up-liquid) and then watched a dvd.
There's that moment when you think 'what's that funny smell? someone's burning something. [smirk] oh crap! that someone's me!'
[dash into kitchen, fling window open, attempt to deal with pan, swear copiously sotto voce and no I have no idea why I was swearing sotto voce it was just how the mood took me]
Today I had two power cuts, the second of which coincided with a flurry of snow. I phoned the maintenance people and retired to bed with a candle (not in the bed you'll be pleased to hear). Power was restored two hours later so I finally was able to cook. And check my emails of course. Considering retiring again. Have to be up at 7:30 tomorrow.
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« Reply #4023 on: 23:42:58, 08-12-2007 » |
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All of which begs the question: Why were you boiling a pan of washing-up liquid in the first place? Don't they have fresh lemons in Edinburgh, even for ready money?
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« Reply #4024 on: 01:31:59, 09-12-2007 » |
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Or the all time classic: forget to read the instruction 'remove plastic tray before placing in oven'
Hah! I did that a few weeks ago with a pizza. I was, like, OOPS! The pizza was okay though, and the polystyrene tray easily removed from the oven once it had resolidified. |
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« Reply #4025 on: 09:42:27, 09-12-2007 » |
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Ah, that reminds me of the time that I roasted a chicken complete with the giblets. Still in their dinky little plastic bag  Didn`t seem to make any difference to the taste though  |
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« Reply #4026 on: 15:13:38, 09-12-2007 » |
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So far the entire day has been wasted. Such plans I had - dressing the tree in the morning, then lunch, then clearing the ironing whilst visiting children are here to play. WRONG!!! At about 9 a.m. I made a cuppa and sat on the floor with my headphones on for my early-Mozart-fix and was away there with the fairies as usual, when to my amazement a fully-grown quite large mouse ran across the carpet. I'm not scared of mice at all and I don't mind them outside in the garden but inside they're not at all welcome for hygiene reasons. Well could I catch the thing? Dudley chased it all round the floor but it moved astonishingly quickly! In the end I rang one of my sons (the animal-loving one) and he came round. We were 2 1/2 hours trying to catch it. We had the lounge unit out because it got round the back. I had to empty the darn thing - all the glassware - Grove Encyclopaedias ----all over the place. By the time we finished the room looked as though a bomb had hit it. In the end, we opened the patio doors because we were so hot and bothered and I think it must have shot outside because WE NEVER CAUGHT IT!  and now it's disappeared. I've put everything back, the children are here and I just hope it has made it outside. Neither of us could kill it, which is why it was so difficult to catch. There were numerous occasions when we could have just dropped something heavy on it or squashed it but we're both as soft as each other. The other son would have sorted the whole business in about 10 seconds he being a tougher sort who doesn't take nonsense from anything least of all a mouse. Ah well, all the glasses are sparkling and the unit looks really nice because of course I had to clean everything before I put it all back. Off to get a humane mouse trap tomorrow and bait it just in case it's still in the house.... The Christmas tree is in position but I'll have to decorate it later. I had wanted it all done for the children this afternoon but ironing awaits. Grump, grump, grump  |
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« Reply #4027 on: 15:18:32, 09-12-2007 » |
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Oh, I wouldn't grump too much, Milly. It sounds as if the only thing you haven't done that you'd planned is decorating the Christmas tree. And you've seen your son, got a story to tell, and got a nice clean lounge cabinet into the bargain. |
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« Reply #4028 on: 15:19:46, 09-12-2007 » |
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All of which begs the question: Why were you boiling a pan of washing-up liquid in the first place? Don't they have fresh lemons in Edinburgh, even for ready money?
Whenever I've had a pot in the oven which comes out slightly oily, I boil it up with washing-up liquid before washing it with the rest. Is lemon juice an alternative remedy for this? |
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« Reply #4029 on: 15:22:21, 09-12-2007 » |
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Cripes, I feel tired just thinking about morning in Millyland!  I have to say that I suspect I would just have put the glassware back. But that`s just my Inner Slut talking |
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« Reply #4030 on: 15:22:40, 09-12-2007 » |
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Oh, I wouldn't grump too much, Milly. It sounds as if the only thing you haven't done that you'd planned is decorating the Christmas tree. And you've seen your son, got a story to tell, and got a nice clean lounge cabinet into the bargain. Looking at it like that I suppose I'm in the wrong room! All the same, son wasn't best pleased because he'd been up till 4 a.m. to watch the big fight and didn't go to bed till 6. I woke him at just after 9.... We have had a sense of humour about it, but I'd wanted the tree nice for all the children this afternoon. I'm just a bit concerned that the mouse is just hiding somewhere. I'd like to have seen where it went in the end. All today's plans went awry so now we know where the saying comes from "best laid plans of mice and men..." |
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« Reply #4031 on: 15:24:51, 09-12-2007 » |
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Have I told you about my mouse encounter?
I can't remember.
It would have been in this room I suspect.
Maybe I should look for it.
Maybe I should be preparing Wednesday's lecture since I don't actually know that much about Classical string quartets.
Yet.
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« Reply #4033 on: 15:39:07, 09-12-2007 » |
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Mort I've set the ironing board up and I'm making a start but there are children rampaging all round the house playing hide and seek. I've got them all on mice watch... wibble wibble...  |
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« Reply #4034 on: 15:39:58, 09-12-2007 » |
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It's odd the way outdoor things get in. I was lucky to catch my frog so quickly a few weeks ago, but I still haven't the slightest idea how it got in the house. Once in my son's cottage in Norfolk a little bird flew in through the door, but luckily flew out again. I haven't had a wood/fieldmouse in the house yet, but there are some around. When my brother was a student he lived in digs that had mice (the indoor variety), and he used to give them crumbs, claiming he liked mice. His landlady was not best pleased. Your mouse probably did run out, Milly, when it spotted freedom! I wonder what comes to the mind of a modern small child when it hears about a mouse running up a clock? I mean, it's attached to the computer, isn't it?  |
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