I know this looks schmick, and like something you'd serve up at a high class dinner party (please don't call me delusional to my face -it's rude and hurts my feelings) but it was dead easy. And fast. And therefore slack.
Tonight I took these ingredients and turned them into something magical. Ignore my grotty bench tops and let the food speak for itself.
I started to prepare this complicated recipe
And in slightly less time than it takes to make two minute noodles (which is actually false advertising because two minute noodles take wayyyyyy longer than two minutes to cook)
I was eating dinner....
Do you like my napkin? Draining Paper. It's all class in the Pyjamas household.
And I even had time to do dessert...
For the un-initiated - that's a Finger Bun. They are delicious. I bet everyone wishes they were me right now.
Later, for supper I'm going to challenge myself to eat this entire pack of snowballs. Unaided.
Yeah I caved in and bought some. I can only resist the voices in my head for so long. I'm on a roll today. I have managed to eat a milky way bar and a pack of salt and vinegar chips as well. What more damage can I do with a couple of snowballs ...right?
P.S. Are the word verification words on comments getting harder or am I getting dumber?
P.P.S. I'll let you in on a secret. I planned to make enough of these to share with you all, and went to Foodland (brilliant name for a shop don't you think?) after I finished work to get more marinated feta. I decided to try a different brand . Bad Mistake. I got it home and popped the lid and that feta had the consistency of chalk. Blerk. Life is too short to eat bad feta and I don't want you all gossiping about me behind my back, so I sent it off to Boy's Night with Mr. P as snacks along with a box of Jatz I found in the back of the pantry and some metwurst we bought while doing our shopping last night that I don't like either. Score - now he thinks I'm wife of the Year because I said " I've made an antipasto platter for you for Boys Night" . I hope he's lost my blog address because if he hasn't - I just outted myself.
And if I seem a little crazy tonight - it's because I'm on a dairy high. Can someone email me in an hour to make sure I'm not dead of a snowball overdose....