The Accidental Roast
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Or Day Four of the 17 Day Firebreak Fortnight!
The illustration I posted with my 'Fall Back' * blog on Sunday regarding the clocks going back, suggested adjusting the cooker clock by pressing every button in different combinations. Which would, it said, result in the accidental cooking of a roast dinner. It's true. I did indeed cook a roast. And a dish of cauliflower cheese 'cos you know - never leave a spare space when you've got the oven on anyway. What's more, I wasn't even trying to change the clock!
It's very rare for me to cook a roast dinner just for myself, and even rarer for me to cook a whole chicken when I'm not cooking for anyone else as well. I even stuffed it with sage and onion stuffing, sausage meat, and an onion as if I were cooking for more than just myself. Blame it on the clock changes.
Yesterday I stripped the left over meat off. One leg went in the freezer for Ron [later on]. The second leg also went in the freezer with the remaining sausage meat and stuffing for 'Ron'. The rest of the meat went in a container in the fridge. I used some of it to make chicken, coriander, jalapeno and coriander wraps for my dinner last night. The bones went in a pan with some water to simmer. My intention was to deal with that today.
Except I should not have joked yesterday about "Day Three of the 17 Day Firebreak Fortnight completed - assuming insomnia doesn't keep me awake all night". Because natch it raised the ire of The Insomnia Devils hence they decided to plague me all frigging night. And I do mean ALL night. I had forgotten to reset my Lumie clock so instead of starting to light up at 7 a.m it commenced at 6 a.m Not such a big deal you may think, except I was still awake having been tormented all sodding night by the b@stard Insomnia Devils. I buried my head back under my quilt and finally managed to drift off. Woke again at shortly after 9 a.m
Amazingly I remembered I'd planned to weigh myself daily for the next week or two. Wish I hadn't. The scales said I'd gained 2 oz since yesterday. Granted that's negligible on the face of it - especially the way our body weight can fluctuate so much even within a few hours, but it's hardly an auspicious start. I have felt shattered all day. Best I 'fess up here and now - I didn't do any exercise at all today. Nor did I deal with the chicken stock/bones. I'll have to do it tomorrow.
The best I could manage was a kind of chicken, ham and mushroom carbonara style dish. Some of which will also be for 'Ron'. I'm so tired though I can't decide whether to top it with haloumi or brie. Then again, feta could be good.
Day Four of the 17 Day Firebreak Fortnight is ending in a cheese conundrum.