So what happened to June? Masterchef. I should have known myself better. Although I didn’t watch the start, I cried all the way to the end. A true pop culture, reality TV sucker… when it’s good I love it, and when it’s bad I slam the hell out of it. So here I am, post MC and I have taken to cooking at least three gourmet meals each week. And with VERY mixed results. Tonight I’m trying to develop my very first jus. Of course it isn’t exactly going to plan, and I’ve lost my recipe because I just forgot to open a new tab. I can smell my very thin ruby port jus and it doesn’t either smell or look jus-ey. It has certainly reduced but it looks more like beetroot juice that a nice thick sauce. But my tidy as you go policy is working. If I was on MC right now I would be more Chris than Julie. Organised and ready to go. Oh bugger… just realised whilst I’m standing here feeling smug with my dishes submerged in suds and an on schedule but runny jus, I forgot to put the snap peas on! I’m seeing a Poh-llercoaster tradedy unfolding in front of my oven.
It is now hours later. Well the jus certainly wasn’t the thick, syrupy consistency they suggested… and my taste buds were longing for. Still, it was a tasty meal, particularly for a Wensdy night. After all this time my appetite is still not used to eating so early with Nell. My metabolism doesn’t cope so by 8.30 I coated up, leashed the dog and headed down to Giuseppe’s for a takeaway tirimasu. But by the time I got back the Chasers were just starting and my tastebuds were calling for salty instead of sweet. Thank goodness for that cash register purchase of sea salt chips today. Allowed me to draw out my night’s eating, needing a break between courses.
So no May challenge success and don’t even mention June or July. Maybe August could be the August Attempt. At least an attempt somehow rewards the effort… at least I tried?
