Michele wanted to know if we have ever done anything silly in the kitchen.  Well, yes I have!

Most tragically...I lost a wonderfully, lovely boyfriend due to my kitchen failures.  He may have kept me - but my pride won out…

I was young.  I went on vacation with a guy I was dating and my friend, who was newly married to his brother. 

My friend was like a goddess in the kitchen. She had us all whipped into shape. After dinner, we would all clean up, and prepare the table for breakfast. After breakfast, under her orders, we would do all the prep work for lunch.  Then at lunchtime, we would peel the potatoes, set the table etc. for dinner.  Every meal was perfectly organised and cooked… I was in awe. My mere 18 years had not prepared me for this level of efficiency.  Then, towards the end of the week, she snapped.  She was no older than I was, and it was all taking a toll on her.  She needed me to take over the evening meal; it was *gasp* roast beef!!

I had never made a roast, but I wasn’t about to reveal that fact to the ‘goddess’.  I winged it… and LOST!!  I basically boiled the roast in the oven for about… oh, 10 hours, and it tasted like sh*tty rubber.  I totally lost face, although they were all very kind and teased me gently, I was mortified… After that vacation, I never spoke to the guy again. 

I made it a quest in life to learn how to roast meat.  Now… I am pretty damn good at it!! 

I have googled this guy’s name on occasion (oh, don’t look at me like that!  You’ve googled names before!!) to try and apologise for my wounded pride and my abrupt dumping of him… but I never found him.  So, Alan Henderson of Mull - I am truly sorry…