continued - my dad the sweets hoover
Nov. 26th, 2007 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
passionpopafter i came out of hospital i was bored. i tried to help dad in the garden but my nose was leaking constantly and not being allowed to blow it meant i had to keep a tissue under my nose for the bulk of the day
when the election count started, i got a small portable radio and listened to it and made custard tarts from a packet i bought a couple months ago.it was meant to make 12 mini tarts (ie: young girls from westminster, midland, armadale and kwinana) but dad didnt have a muffin tray so i improvised and used 5 small soufflé bowls and half filled them with pastry and custard.
that evening there were 3 tarts to dad, one to me and 1 undecided. the next day dad hoovered that one too
did i mention that custard tarts with no cinnamon are dads favourite dessert....
so on sunday before i left, i made a banana loaf and after i baked it, i left it on the bench. a few hours earlier we had chilli mushrooms and chicken for lunch and there were heaps of left overs because i didnt eat much and now with those leftovers was a bread tray full of banana loaf.
i left the kitchen and when back to watching the election aftermath on tv. dad called out to ask if i would eat more mushrooms and i said later. dad then came into the tv room with a handful and i looked like a chunk of banana loaf. i asked him what he had in his hand and he said 'mushrooms'
i then went to the kitchen to something to nibble on. thats when i saw the bread tray. the loaf was still there. he hadnt even taken the loaf out of the tray before ripping out a chunk.
while i was in the kitchen, dad called out to tell me that the mushrooms were in the fridge. i was like 'thanks' and continued to get the banana loaf that was on the bench, out of its tray and onto a cutting board. i cut myself a slice and went back to watching tv
when i sat down, dad asked what was on my plate and i said 'mushrooms' and he nodded. after a while i got up and got another slice
when i sat down to eat the second slice, i had just made myself comfortable and was about to reach out to eat my bread, when dad quickly leaned over, reached out and grabbed it. he stole the whole slice from my plate!!! here i am, sick and having trouble breathing, and he steals my food! argh
i then got up and got another slice, but thats beside the point!
anyway by the time i left, there was 1/4 of the loaf left. he had scoffed most of it... grrr
i will have to make something else when i go back on wednesday
when the election count started, i got a small portable radio and listened to it and made custard tarts from a packet i bought a couple months ago.it was meant to make 12 mini tarts (ie: young girls from westminster, midland, armadale and kwinana) but dad didnt have a muffin tray so i improvised and used 5 small soufflé bowls and half filled them with pastry and custard.
that evening there were 3 tarts to dad, one to me and 1 undecided. the next day dad hoovered that one too
did i mention that custard tarts with no cinnamon are dads favourite dessert....
so on sunday before i left, i made a banana loaf and after i baked it, i left it on the bench. a few hours earlier we had chilli mushrooms and chicken for lunch and there were heaps of left overs because i didnt eat much and now with those leftovers was a bread tray full of banana loaf.
i left the kitchen and when back to watching the election aftermath on tv. dad called out to ask if i would eat more mushrooms and i said later. dad then came into the tv room with a handful and i looked like a chunk of banana loaf. i asked him what he had in his hand and he said 'mushrooms'
i then went to the kitchen to something to nibble on. thats when i saw the bread tray. the loaf was still there. he hadnt even taken the loaf out of the tray before ripping out a chunk.
while i was in the kitchen, dad called out to tell me that the mushrooms were in the fridge. i was like 'thanks' and continued to get the banana loaf that was on the bench, out of its tray and onto a cutting board. i cut myself a slice and went back to watching tv
when i sat down, dad asked what was on my plate and i said 'mushrooms' and he nodded. after a while i got up and got another slice
when i sat down to eat the second slice, i had just made myself comfortable and was about to reach out to eat my bread, when dad quickly leaned over, reached out and grabbed it. he stole the whole slice from my plate!!! here i am, sick and having trouble breathing, and he steals my food! argh
i then got up and got another slice, but thats beside the point!
anyway by the time i left, there was 1/4 of the loaf left. he had scoffed most of it... grrr
i will have to make something else when i go back on wednesday