Not burnt toast, thankfully.
Have you ever had one of those nights when a ruined dinner is the catalyst for an impromptu pity party? Last night was one of those nights. I spent most of the day chasing interview subjects for an article I’m writing, so by the time the evening came, I was feeling frazzled and tired. The next few hours then consisted of one angry toddler, one empty fridge, one emergency dash to the shops for dinner supplies with angry toddler in tow, two pees on the floor and about a million ants invading the bathtub when I went upstairs to wash the angry toddler.
Then, while frantically making pumpkin risotto (it was already well past the little man’s dinner time), I managed to tip the entire contents of the salt grinder into the pot. All of it. Straight into my risotto.
Cue the pity party (though unlike last time, I managed to hold back on the yelling and tears).
It’s not the first time I’ve unwittingly dumped the entire contents of a grinder into my food, as I have a bad habit on not screwing lids on properly. Dinner went in the bin, but there were some upsides. The little man was delighted with his tub of yoghurt and fell asleep immediately at 7pm – a rarity in the past few weeks. And when the husband got home, he went out and fetched me this:
It’s a felafel pita pocket and hot chips from an Israeli cafe called Sababba’s, one of my favourite takeaway places on King St, Sabbaba’s. Soooo gooood. You can read a review here. For some reason, takeaway food always tastes better when consumed at the end of a stressful day.
Every Wednesday, I write a post about what I cooked the night before. What about you? What’s your favourite takeaway remedy?