26 July 2005
self portrait tuesday
A week without an oven. No quiche, lasagne, cakes, muffins, roast vegetables, baked potatoes, apple crumble ... Lived on pasta, soup, bean hotpot, beef casserole, spaghetti bolognaise. (So not too bad actually). Then the man from Fisher and Paykel arrives. Disappointingly, he is not from New Zealand ... (I had been looking forward to a few gratuitous fush & chup jokes to enliven my week). A pleasant young man from a middle European principality turns up and declares 'Your khhhelement it is brock.' He replaces the brock khhhelement with a shiny new one in two minutes flat and bingo, the oven is fully functional and I am $145 poorer thank you very much. To celebrate I photograph the oven and the muffins ensconced within it 15 minutes later. I am a happy woman.
And my house smells divine.
Hmmm, may submit this one to The Mirror
Word for the day: odoriferous
Updated to add: eagle-eyed readers may notice I am wearing the same jumper as last Tuesday. I lack originality in winter. (It has been washed, I swear.)
Note to self: iron ballgown for next Tuesday.