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On Saturday I decide to show off my culinary skills and prove what a domestic goddess I am, and cook up a feast of goat’s cheese and pine nut (yes they are nuts) triangles (er yeah, ok, so I need to go back to infant school and relearn what a triangle is), falafel, tabouleh, moussaka, hummous and pitta bread.  Yum.

And after I’d posted on Facebook that I was making pitta bread (yes I have no life and update my Facebook status every three minutes), Leighsa asked me for the recipe, so here it is.

Pitta bread (taken from The Bread Book)
To make with a breadmaker

375g (12oz, 3.5 cups) strong white flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon caster sugar
1.5 teaspoons fast-action dried yeast
1 tablespoon olive oil
250ml (8fl oz, 1 cup) water

1. Spoon in the flour then add the salt and sugar.  Make a slight dip in the centre of the flour and sprinkle in the yeast.
2. Set the bread machine to dough or basic dough.  Press start.
3. At the end of the programme, lift the tin out of the machine, tip the dough out on to a lightly floured surface and cut into 8 pieces.  Roll out the pieces into ovals of about 15cm (6 inches) or into ovals a little smaller than your hand.
4. Put the dough on to pieces of oiled clingfilm and cover loosely with more oiled clingfilm.  Leave to rise for 15 minutes.
5. Heat 3 baking sheets in a preheated oven, 220c (425f), gas mark 7, for 5-7 minutes.  Rinse the trays wtih cold water so that the breads won’t stick then quickly put the breads on the hot baking trays and cook for 6-8 minutes until puffy and just beginning to brown.

Stats:
Falafel, tabouleh, goat’s cheese & pine nut triangles taken from Good Housekeeping Step by Step Vegetarian Cookbook
Moussaka taken from Veganomicon (best vegan cookbook in the world ever, not that that’s difficult, all the other vegan cookbooks I’ve tried have been crap)
Hummous – put a can of chickpeas (with its water), some tahini, a bit of olive oil, garlic and lemon juice in a food processor and whizz it up

After being outed on MY OWN BLOG by Shaun (aka my future ex-boyfriend) on my previous post for being really stupid, I go to work with vengeance in my heart and the overwhelming desire to Get. Shaun. Back. For. Outing. Me. On. MY. OWN. BLOG. For. Being. Really. Stupid.  So I get to work and before settling down to do work type stuff I read EVERY SINGLE PAGE ON THE INTERNET until I find one that agrees with me and, more importantly, proves him wrong.

But I don’t find one.

Not about the peanut thing anyway.  Fuck, I spent 38 years and 10 months and 28 days thinking that peanuts were nuts.  And the one day I decide to be sarky about peanut butter labelling and post on my blog for all the internet people to read “peanuts are what, peas?”, I find out that, yes, they are actually.

Duh.

But, my future ex-boyfriend also said when he outed me for being really stupid, that bananas aren’t fruit, so I re-read EVERY SINGLE PAGE ON THE INTERNET until I found one that agreed with me, and found this page that says “A banana … is undoubtedly a fruit …“.

Ner.

Stats:
Future ex-boyfriends: 1
Pages read on the internet: all of them
Revelations that peanuts are peas and not nuts: 1
Revelations that bananas are not fruit: 0
Women that are probably too old to be writing things like “duh” and “ner” on blogs: 1

I’m no good at this NaBloPoMo thing as I don’t have anything to blog about today and I have more important things to do like go downstairs and make some hot chocolate and watch IACGMOOH but fear not, as tomorrow I shall blog, as tomorrow I shall do one of those running home from work things that I love oh so much.  Almost as much as I love pizza, oh yes.

I planned to go the gym yesterday after work but at 5pm Tracey emails me and says do you want to meet up for a quick drink? and I say aaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh tempting, but I’ve promised myself that I’m going to the gym after work and I wasn’t going to drink today and even if we only have one drink I’ll end up going home via the offy and she emails back and says but you won’t see me for two weeks as I’m going away on Monday, are you sure I can’t persuade you? and I say but it’s usually more than two weeks in between seeing you anyway and I’m logging off in a couple of minutes so you haven’t got long to persuade me and she emails back says it’s Friday? so I email back and say ok, when and where? and we meet up and have a glass of wine then go to meet her mate and her mate’s sister in another pub and we have two more glasses of wine then Tracey buys a bottle of champagne to celebrate getting her compensation money for the scar that no one can see and I manage to leave before every one else before I’m tempted to drink more wine and end up in hospital and get the train home and realise I’m a bit pissed as the pages of my book are all blurry and I get home and realise I’m supposed to blog and I look at the clock and I’ve got 35 minutes ’til it’s midnight and I’m wondering what my fingers/keyboard coordination would be like and I think rubbish probably and I go to bed and I wake up hungover although I only had three glasses of wine and half a glass of champagne but we didn’t eat due to a veggie sausage and mash based fiasco and I’m too knackered to go out for a run and I don’t get to try out my new running shoes

and I’ll have to force myself to do a running commute on Tuesday and try them out then.

A late post.  I would have posted when I got in last night but a) it was after midnight and therefore not strictly speaking yesterday and; b) I wasn’t sober enough for any finger/keyboard coordination, and I would cheat and pretend I posted this yesterday but I made a drunken confession on Facebook and Warriorwoman’s been up early stalking me again and has discovered my tardiness.

But the pancakes, cherry & honey vodka, cranberry vodka, wine and lager were very nice although my head this morning is telling me maybe such overindulgence on a school night might not have been the good idea that it seemed at the time.