9 thoughts on “Vegan Black Metal Chef 1 – Pad Thai”
atomousaid:
A bit of a kick in the stomach of our ego tonight. Well, my ego, really, Mrs Ato is OK with it. Younger daughter was here for her Sunday meal -spaghetti marinara, if you don’t mind!- and, as per usual, we -that is I- asked her, before she left what would she like for the week ahead. (Lots of food containers in the Frizza from which she usually grabs a good 4 or 5). This time -for the first ever!- she said, “no thanks, dad, we’re into ‘Lite ‘n Easy’ meals.”
I was… bemused!
“Whaaaaat? Why don’t you shove another knife in my heart?” I exclaimed, highly distressed. “Whatdayamean, Lite ‘n bloody easy? What dyawanna go and waste yer money on that crap fer?” (When I get highly distressed I go slang)
“Dad, we (she and her equally fitness fatatical flatmate) need to lose some weight! We’ve got watch what we eat.”
I began shedding tears and dribble- profusely!
“Bbbbbbbut…”
“It’s OK, dad, what’s the big deal?”
And that’s when Mrs Ato stepped in with her usual nursey bedside manner.
“It’s quite OK, George. They’re girls and they want to check their intake…”
So, no matter how I tried to explain that I’d cook better and more intake-watchfully than anything the mob at the “Light ‘n easy” no matter what I said, it had no effect.
Stomach of ego still hurting.
Mrs Ato is definitely washing the dishes tonight! I need to do some destressing breathing or something. Yoga in a toga or something!
That’s OK ‘Mou. I thought it was a huge laugh. Say the word tofu and I’m immediately not interested. I did like the chef’s gear though – and that knife ! Scary !
At first I thought that it was Warrigal, again; in disguise of course. But then I noticed the misspelling of “everything” and realised it could not be him.
A bit of a kick in the stomach of our ego tonight. Well, my ego, really, Mrs Ato is OK with it. Younger daughter was here for her Sunday meal -spaghetti marinara, if you don’t mind!- and, as per usual, we -that is I- asked her, before she left what would she like for the week ahead. (Lots of food containers in the Frizza from which she usually grabs a good 4 or 5). This time -for the first ever!- she said, “no thanks, dad, we’re into ‘Lite ‘n Easy’ meals.”
I was… bemused!
“Whaaaaat? Why don’t you shove another knife in my heart?” I exclaimed, highly distressed. “Whatdayamean, Lite ‘n bloody easy? What dyawanna go and waste yer money on that crap fer?” (When I get highly distressed I go slang)
“Dad, we (she and her equally fitness fatatical flatmate) need to lose some weight! We’ve got watch what we eat.”
I began shedding tears and dribble- profusely!
“Bbbbbbbut…”
“It’s OK, dad, what’s the big deal?”
And that’s when Mrs Ato stepped in with her usual nursey bedside manner.
“It’s quite OK, George. They’re girls and they want to check their intake…”
So, no matter how I tried to explain that I’d cook better and more intake-watchfully than anything the mob at the “Light ‘n easy” no matter what I said, it had no effect.
Stomach of ego still hurting.
Mrs Ato is definitely washing the dishes tonight! I need to do some destressing breathing or something. Yoga in a toga or something!
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Yes, Atomou, the first thing that goes is good, wholesome, vitamin and mineral packed, home cooked food. When will they learn??
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I have an infallible recipe for Pad Thai. 30 seconds preparation time and 30 minutes from start to arrival on the table.
It consists of 8 digits.
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Mobile or landline?
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10 digits if you include the area code.
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All thumbs maybe
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I must be getting oooooold! Got as far as 1.26″ and ran away!
The noise, the noise, the horror, the horror!
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That’s OK ‘Mou. I thought it was a huge laugh. Say the word tofu and I’m immediately not interested. I did like the chef’s gear though – and that knife ! Scary !
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At first I thought that it was Warrigal, again; in disguise of course. But then I noticed the misspelling of “everything” and realised it could not be him.
Well, that and the nail polish.
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