Man! You know what? I'm cursed. It's official. No matter what I'm making, no matter how long it's supposed to take, it always ends up taking me about 3 hours. Take tonight. I have made rice pudding - the first time, I've never tried it before although Mum used to make it. I saw what looked like a nice recipe on the TV yesterday morning (see what happens when people put the TV on during the day?) and thought Richard was making dinner. When he came through to ask why time dinner was ( I was by this time deep in a movie on TV) I realised he wasn't!
A brief discussion ensued, we decided I would make a dish I'd found which takes 25 minutes (Richard was gnawing his arm off by now). - unfortunately it turned out the dish requires cooked potatoes - and cold ones, at that! At least another 40 minutes!
After another consultation I defrosted a coupla helpings of stuff I'd made last week - lasagne and shepherds pie. That took another forever to defrost in the microwave so by the time we actually ate it must've been about 2 hours.
For a mere defrosting or a 25 minute dish? See? It's fate.
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