In my attempt to learn how to cook so that one day I can maybe get married, my friends and I decided that we should host our very own "Come Dine With Me" night.
Now I know last post about this subject one of you said that you thought I would be a woman that "stands up for what they believes in, believes in equality and such and such so I wouldn't care about getting married" (something along those lines anyway) Yes I am all about those things, but I would just also like to know how to cook well & sew. There needs to be a domestic side to me for when I feel like being domestic, the whole getting married thing is a half joke but could one day, one day be serious ha ha ha.
Anyway, "Come Dine With Me" is a show in the UK that surrounds itself around usually 5 complete strangers that each need to cook and host their own dinner party at their houses. So, each person goes to each other persons house, they give each other secret ratings and at the end of the episode they find out who wins the 1000 pounds based on the scores they have given each other. Well we aren't going to follow this exactly, we are mainly doing it so I can learn how to cook food that isn't of the asian kind ha ha.
We probably should have started earlier last night, we were swimming in the ocean until about 5:30pm. We were all feeling particularly Ocean Girl because we made friends with this cute little fish that we see there all the time. (Provided it's the same one) We named him Funny Jeffery, it was name I gave my skipping bear toy when I was little at Christmas 93. (We watched our Christmas 93 a couple of days ago and realised that I gave all my toys ridiculous names, I called my leopard toy "Gareth" as well)
So by the time it came to make dessert we had fallen asleep. It was due to that fact that we decided to take a break so that the girls could look up "Paolo Nutini" on the internet and gush at his youtube clips and laugh because he's like an old man in a young man's body. Also there is one brilliant video where one of the grand pops in his backing band is in the background getting changed and he takes his pants off and the camera films EVERYTHING.
We didn't ending up making the Chocolate Souffle. Hence why all of us must have been having Chocolate Souffle induced nightmares. One of the girls said "Chocolate Souffle" in their sleep and I dreamt that there was a Chocolate Souffle in my room with us, bubbling up so huge that it was filling the room, caving it in and was about to suffocate us. It was truly terrifying. I'm thinking maybe we should just attempt to make it today so we don't feel guilty for only cooking entrees and mains ba ha.
Anyway our cooking playlist was quite good I must say. Consisted of a lot of Britney. We figured that we are going to see her next month so we should have a Britney listening marathon. The neighbours must have been THRILLED. They think they are cool, that's why. The type of people that try to "compete" with you when you play loud music. If you're playing music they will mock sing it and then turn on their stereo louder. Usually to a band that has just become "cool" but has been awesome for a long time and they just didn't know it. It's quite hilarious, then they start singing along to them loudly and badly. Bless, I love them so much!
Well, I am off. I don't know when we are going to have another "Come Dine With Me" but I did learn a lot of things last night. Very cool, very cool. Ba ha ha ha. In conclusion, you should watch Come Dine With Me, it's pretty funny, there is always someone slagging everything off and almost always dinner table fights and this is the British version, can't wait to see the Australian one!
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