Saturday, 24 December 2011

Plastic Chicken



The sketch above is of Tin mines and I did it when we went to Cornwall earlier this year. I think it would make a good painting but then how marketable it would be in this area I don’t know.

Yesterday I posted about cooking and what an excellent cook Alex is. I do however recall one Christmas a long time ago when Alex's mom and her grandmother came to visit us. We had been married a couple of years.


Anyway Alex obviously wanted to put on a good display of her culinary expertise and we saved up for the event. Come the day everything was elaborately done with hand made place names, a table cloth, starters a bottle of wine (probably Lambrusco) etc.. Bear mind that at this time we didn’t even have carpets or much in the way of furniture other than a new bed and a second hand three piece suite Alex’s Mom had given us.

Anway all went swimmingly well until a panic stricken Alex caught hold of me and confessed she had left the plastic bag of giblets in the chicken which was now cooking in the oven. I said it would be fine and don’t admit it. Now Alex can't tell a lie and would admit anything before even being asked but on this occasion she summoned up superhuman strength and kept stum. (this saying apparently comes from a German word for dumb).


There was a little bit of an after taste with the chicken as I recall but that was probably because I knew about the plastic in the bird. Alex swore me to secrecy and I remained silent ~until now anyway.

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