Last night I attempted to cook a new meal!!! There is a solid reason for using three exclamation marks after this sentence; the reason being I may actually be the first person in the world to be diagnosed with an allergic reaction to the kitchen. I told this to some of the students in my form class and young Ronnie Morgan said hogwash - she would give me an easy recipe that I could do with out any tears. (I wanted to trust her because she had such a great surname) However, upon receiving said recipe I was a little worried and starting to wonder whether I could trust her or not, because her last instruction was "put it in the oven until it looks cooked" WHAT!?!?! For someone with such a debilitating allergy this was not the type of sentence that fills you with grand feelings of culinary joy. I want times and temperatures and all the minute details that are the crutches that help me get through my allergy. However, I faithfully promised her that I would give it a try, so off I went to the supermarket with trepidation and fear weighing heavily on my shoulders to buy puff pastry, spinach and feta cheese. Of these 3 items I had only ever purchased one. To someone with my condition cooking with puff pastry is like rolling in freshly cut hay when you are an asthmatic or swimming in the ocean with your mouth open if you are allergic to seafood (ok, maybe not this one but I couldn't think of an example and examples always work better in twos)
Anyway I boldly went ahead, puff pastry and all and created the most beautiful little parcels filled with spinach, feta, corn and bacon. I was proud, beaming, jubilant,thrilled, delighted, euphoric, over the moon and pretty darn satisfied.
I am pleased to report that I left the kitchen with only a mild itch.