Breakfast

I am the self titled "worst chef in the world" but I try, and a few things go OK.
Inspired by TV cookery programs such as River Cottage, Something for the weekend, F-word, and Saturday Kitchen, I decided, in an intoxicated mood, after having all 5 of my 5 a day, to buy a Mackerel to have for breakfast, while in Asda last night.
With no clue on the best way to cook it, or what to have with it, I searched on Google for a recipe, and found this very simple one.

• Heat frying pan, with no oil, on medium/high
• Place Mackerel skin side down, and put lid on pan, cook for 1 minute
• Squeeze fresh lemon over Mackerel, replace lid, and cook for another 1-2 minutes
• Serve with a couple of slices of buttered brown bread

The importance of a lid on the pan is to keep in, as best you can, the smell of fish that will end up filling the whole house. The use of the lemon does 3 things

1. adds to the flavour of the Mackerel
2. helps stop the Mackerel sticking to the pan
3. neutralises some of the smell

Done !

I decided to eat this alfresco to further reduce smell in the house, with a lot of interest from my Cat.

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My Day, Today.

Got up at 7am, and after ablutions, I made a sandwich of wholemeal bread which I mayonnaised, added peppered ham, mustard, cucumber and tomato. To take to work.
Switched on the TV and sat and watched Breakfast news whilst eating a bowl of fruit 'n' fibre. This is the only time of day, approx 1 hour, I get the TV remote control. I always have to mute the sound though, if Lorraine Kelly comes on, what an awful sounding voice she has, always on about a kilt or something, I have no clue.
Cycled to work on my bike, which allows me to leave the house much later on a school day, listening to The Style Council, on my Walkman phone. I love anything by Paul Weller.
Got set up for the day at work and the morning went quite quickly. Come lunchtime and I popped out for a pint down "The Grapes" with the lunchtime regulars, before returning to eat my sarnies.
Hit the wall about 2:30pm when the hops in the beer took effect, and started to wonder if the customers had no homes to go to.
5:30pm, shut that door ! No work till Monday ! Biked home, listening to The Style Council, again, changed my clothes and headed to the Moreton Hall pub, and a catch up with my mates on their week, and mine !
About 8pm, and the soon to be ex-Mrs, calls me and arranges to pick me up and go to Asda to get some groceries. 10pm and I'm almost locked in the Asda customer toilet, as the beer wants out, and have to get the lift down because the staircase is shut off.
10:30pm I'm cooking a stir-fry with chicken and hoi sin sauce. Nice !

No.5

Rolling Stones-Beast of burden

Only Mick could get away with those trousers and dancing like that. Keith and Ronnie are so freakin cool.

Two Years On

Two years on and I'm still blogging occasionally. Now and again I think about giving up and shutting it down, then something else comes along to mention.
Today I had my fingerprints taken by the police, in connection with the forged Euro's I impounded, that I blogged about recently.
The Police have an idea who it was and they wanted a copy of my "dabs" to see if they could find the culprits on the notes.

No.5

Joke

A Man walks into the Post Office with a Girocheque, and he's trying to sign it.
Man "This pen doesn't work"
Counter clerk " nor do you !"

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