It never thickens on standing. I am at a point now where I do not and cannot believe what those stupid packet mixes tell me. I feel that there has been a secretive conspiracy to make me feel as though I am a failure.
They don’t thicken for anyone, do they?
Generally my culinary skills are rather impressive. However the last 24 hours have seen a rapid decline in these skills. We’d run out of most things in the Bakery, so last night I dug through the cupboards until I surfaced triumphantly with a packet mix pasta thing in my hand. Add milk, water, margarine. Easy. Sauce will thicken on standing.
I stirred the yellow and the pasta, thinking that it was missing something. Something important. Ah yes! Nutrition!
I threw in a steam bag of veges. In a brainfart moment, tossed in a handful of olives and some tomato.
Flicked off the stove top, and let my dinner stand.
I waited for the promised thickening. Soup. Soup. Soup.
Where is my thickening?
I had a think about what I could do. In my hungry and exhausted state I made a choice that seemed obvious: a healthy splash or two of chilli sauce.
When the smell hit me, I know I had made a mistake.
I had to strain my dinner to serve it. Congealed yet magically still soup-like, I watched the yellow trickle down the plug hole. Put a serving into a bowl. Ate it.
Within two hours I was faced with a harsh reality that was akin to a double edged sword: That sauce had no intention of ever thickening, and the entire meal was making a rapid and offensive escape.
Which brings us to today. An apple for breakfast. A teaspoon of off yoghurt. A muesli bar. This provided fuel for me to contemplate the activities for Cubs tonight.
I decided to teach them how to make special cake mix biscuits. Purchased the mixes, divided them up so that the Cubs could bake in pairs.
Then I received a text suggesting that I cancel Cubs this week, due to a camp that had been held. I baked one batch to take next door.
Turns out sprinkles melt, then burn, much quicker than biscuits cook.
My burnt little bullets were well-received, however.
I have a couple of photos of cooking adventures that you may enjoy. The first shares the demise of my beaters: