Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Last night, I decided to be a nice girlfriend and make Henry supper. I envisioned a cosy evening of red pepper and chorizo soup, a fresh farmhouse loaf, and a pot overflowing with girlfriend points. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty smug as I unpacked all my organic produce and got to work. I was a domestic goddess of the first degree! 

As per usual, calamity ensued. A pesky chilli ruined my perfectly laid plan.

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It's a pretty fundamental rule of cooking, really; after chopping up a chilli, wash your hands. Wash them good. Unfortunately, in my little bubble of sweating onions whilst shimmying along to Days Are Gone (Haim forever!), this little tip of hygiene and self-preservation escaped me. And then I apparently touched my face.

Fast forward twenty minutes, and I was going nuts, eyes streaming, blasting my face with the shower, while a bright red moustache-shaped irritation erupted on my upper lip. Not the cool chef I had envisioned, I was a flailing mess whose head felt close to spontaneous combustion.

There was only one thing for it.

I had to smother my face in mango and vanilla yoghurt.

Which actually really helped. Until I licked took it off. So then I had to reapply.

Henry, naturally, spent the whole evening laughing at me. My culinary delight had been reduced to a scene involving yoghurt on my eyelashes, and inevitably, in my eyes, and after my impromptu face mask had taken effect (around half an hour) a bright red, Movember worthy 'tache on my face.

And supper wasn't served until nearly eleven.

I think I'll wait a while before my next kitchen foray. 



  1. Oh my gosh, this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to me! haha. I hope you have better luck next time you step into the kitchen and I hope you at least got soe points for making Henry laugh! xx

  2. Oh Mona, this is hilarious but at the same time I feel like I shouldn't be laughing haha. If it helps, I made an enormous chilli the other day from scratch, and I was really proud of myself and offered it to all of my new housemates, and it just tasted like nothingness.. I was so let down. We can be domestic ungoddesses together x

  3. Oh, bless! This sounds horrible and funny at the same time. But hey, as long as you survived, all is good! (Next time, take a picture of that hot chili, dammit!) ;)

  4. What a lovely little space on the internet you have :) Just started following you x


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