Day 9 of the Cupboard Challenge and I was running out of steam, so Barn stepped in and took up culinary responsibility.
Now, leaving Barn in sole charge of the kitchen can be an…erm…interesting experience. He firmly believes, and frequently declares, that he can’t cook. He can. Sometimes. Depending upon the lunar cycle, or his Circadian rhythm, or some other such uncontrollable thing.
The point is, nothing is certain. His offerings can range from restaurant quality, beautifully presented platters of taste sensation, through to scorched, unidentifiable mounds of rubble and goo.
With the greatest love in my heart, I have to confess that when Barn offers to cook, alone, inside my head a little carny guy starts his patter …
C’mon over and play the kitchen game…you could win big! Fair food or foul? You decide little lady…wanna take your chance? Roll the plates?
Sometimes, you just don’t fancy taking the chance, and so cooking companionably together is a preferable option. Other times you’re just too tired and hungry to care…anything on a plate would be great. And there are times when you just know he’s going to make something fabulous.
On this occasion, Barn offered to cook and stated that ‘mashed potato and something’ was on the menu. I knew, when carny man started up his blarney, that the dishes were stacked in my favour – one thing that can be said for certain about Barn’s cooking is that he always makes the best ever mashed potatoes. I don’t know what he does that’s different to what I do, but mine are not amazing and his are. Maybe one day he’ll let us all in on his secret.
Anyway, I gambled, leaving an unsupervised Barn in the kitchen while I went off for a soak in scented bubbles.
Best eaten fresh from the bath, wrapped in clean fluffy things and surrounded by a contented glow.