I awoke this morning prior to the customary alarm sounding. The neighbours had been so noisy departing from their house i had actually thought that I had missed my alarm all together. Nope, it was 6am – and a wonderfully bright morning. I managed a whole twenty minutes alone with my coffee sat at the kitchen table, gazing out of the window before my son made his noisy descent down the stairs. “I want chocolate milk, get me my vitamin, do you have any yoghurts? I want a banana. I’m watching the tv, bring it in……PLEASE”. Bliss interrupted, I peeled myself of the stool and set to making breakfast for the little lord fauntleroy.
After the usual morning routine of getting ready, temper tantrums at not wanting to wear socks or have a wash, we finally left the house. The sunshine led me to think a trip to a farm would be a nice way to spend the morning, so off we went. The little man was chuffed to bits at being able to feed the animals with his tubs of carrots and bread, althought he kept calling the farm a zoo. At one of the in houses, the farmers had little kittens, and lots of other children were sat holding the kittens and looking adorable. The little man was more interested in the rats and mice, and when I asked him if he would like to hold one of the kittens, he looked at me bemused and said, “Why? They aren’t farm animals, I see cats all the time, they poo in our front garden – smelly cats”.
After a good hour and a half of checking out the various pens, and feeding the horses and donkey’s, we set off back home. The sunshine was quite deceiving, and I, wearing only a light jacket, was frozen to the bone (I’m being overly dramatic – I was a little nippy). Once home it was time for a spot of lunch, and needing to use up some fresh spaghetti i decided to make my own tomato pasta sauce. Not difficult is it? Well, its not if you are any other person than me! I’d been having a recent good run in the kitchen, experimenting with new flavours and cooking from scratch, and up to now everything had turned out rather tasty. Pasta sauce, however, did not turn out quite as nice as I had hoped.
Popping the oil, onion and garlic in a pan to slow fry, I busied myself filling a pan for the spaghetti and chatting to the little man. Before i knew it the garlic had burnt. Oh well, will add a nice toasty flavour to the sauce, I thought. Without realising how hot the pan was, I proceeded to tip in the carton of chopped tomato’s. Wow, massive spit backs and a whole lot of steam/smoke. I must have been reacting in slow motion, because before I knew it, the whole of the house was filled with smoke (and this is not an exageration!) Smoke alarms going off, pasta sauce smelling anything but nice – I ran upstairs to silence the alarms, opening windows and doors on my way back to the kitchen, and finally the smoke dispersed. I hadn’t yet given up on the sauce. I added white wine vinegar, mixed herbs, salt and pepper – put the lid on the pan and hoped for the best. Unfortunately, no amount of faith or positive thinking would have been able to salvage that sauce. Think I may stick to the jarred stuff in future!