Friday 10 October 2008

Pukka Pie and Chips

Welcome to my kitchen, washing up, a carrier bag full of crisps, pasta and sauce, coca cola, an oven. Who lives in a house like this? Me
I had something much more exciting on the culinary horizon. But what could it be?
A 'Pukka' Pie, The pie that bullied Ginsters at school.

I know that this is exciting enough, and more than enough for any man, but theres more.
A baking tray full of frozen oven chips. Asda really has treated me, I should really find the chief exec and thank him. Below are the baking trays I snubbed, and a toaster.
Nothing to do but wait now. Notice how we have to move the washing up from the sink to the table top to get to the freezer. Its like living in Somalia, only without pirates.
This makes up for it though. This is tremendous. You put the washing up liquid in the end and theres a scourer attatched, you basically never need to wash your plates again. Enough of that, I was already thinking of dessert.
I think two bakewells will go down well.
Whats all this. I had 4 left, some scoundrel has eaten them, only one left, this calls for a note.
That will do the job I think. Notice the smiley face, just to lighten the mood. I'll have some bread and butter to make up for the loss to my belly.

SHOCK! Someone has eaten all my utterly butterly. Time for another note.
This would be the most northern shopping bag Ready Steady Cook! ever did see.
Its dinner time! I was so giddy I spilt my chips.
Look how excited I am, see you soon.