Saturday, November 14, 2020

Adventures in cooking

So I know for sure that the smoke detector works... They do an annual inspection but nothing like the real thing eh? Gives you confidence.  Oh the alarm works too.  And the concierge will give you a call to check if everything's alright.

But let's go back a few hours...

After a late breakfast, and just chilling out (including a mid-mornig nap - I did wake up very early, and went to run at Hampstead Heath), I decided to make the most of having to pay the congestion charge, and drove to Waitrose at Nine Elms.  It was pretty crowded - guess most people do their shopping on weekends.  Saw a pack of organic lamb cutlets and couldn't resist (verdict - they weren't very lamby) - besides, I had opened a bottle of wine for my steak yesterday.  It's not an excuse.  Just don't want to waste wine.

So I decide to pan fry them as the instructions on the pack said, and for sides I would have Chinese spinach and the leftover garlic bread.  Halfway through the frying, I pop the bread in the overn, set it to combination grill/microwave and checked it once...

As I plated the lamb and spinach, a piercing alarm sounded and it took me a split second before I realised what it was, and what was happening.  The bread was burnt and the smoke triggered the alarm.  Funny thing was before I started, for once I decided to close the door to the living room because the smell would linger in the air... Anyway I opened the balcony door and ran around trying to figure out how I could turn the alarm off but it finally stopped on its own.  Then the concierge called and I explained I had burnt something in the oven and please don't call the fire brigade.  No I didn't actually say that last part...



Not a great meal, but certainly the most exciting.  All part of the learning process.  I am actually inspired to try more new stuff.  Next up, making horchata...




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