A Private Reverie

For the first time in 9 or so years, I have taken ibuprofen...I'd always been so resistant to commerical, mass-produced drugs but given the severity of my headache after last night's shenanigans with Cheryl I just had to nip the pain some how.

Last night was tres tres tres good fun. As i'm sure Miss 'This Cake Is Raw' will put up pictures later to show off our collective triumph, we attempted one of Nigella's recipes titled, 'Slow-roasted garlic and lemon chicken'. And boy oh boy Nigella was not kidding...slow-roasted translated into leaving the chicken for 2 hours in the oven whilst mine and Cheryl's stomaches made the most varied of sounds but all leaning towards a reasonance of outright hunger.

I've never had to deal with a whole chicken before and given Nigella's insistence on the use of a whole chicken and to get 10 pieces from it, I had no choice but to dislocate the chicken thighs from the sockets and its poor wings aswell. Of course, I like to play with my food and was faffing the wings in the air pretending i had finger extensions to the amusement of Cheryl. My mother on the phone who i'd called for moral and cooking guidance...was not.

2 hours passed and as 'As Good As It Gets' played itself out 'ever so slowly' to quote Cheryl, a deep aroma of lemony garlic filled the pits of our stomachs and made us yearn to eat the fruits of our labour. I have to admit, when it did come down to eating...our first time at making such a dish wasn't too bad. The chicken wasn't overcooking and we'd glazed the meat with just the right amount of oil. Tres delicieux in all.

True to my friends' words, Sylvester Stallone was on the Jonathan Ross show. It must have been a good week for him; BAFTAs, Dorchester, BBC Studio. And he's probably out on the circuit promoting his new film which i reserve no opinion on as of yet. He's not just going to be another giant hulk moving around the forests of somewhere in South East Asia fighting rebel soldiers again. There'll be something more to it...I'm sure...

Given my acute onset of headache today, i conclude that wine will never touch these lips of mine again. But of course there'll be other ways of getting round it...like injecting it into my arm. Oh dear.