My son is on a roll. Not only does he frazzle my computer, but now he insults my cooking. Last night I decided to cook an old family favourite of pasta, chicken and chick pea soup. It would have been fine, but I left it on the stove too long (I forgot about it – ever do that?) and it ended up looking like cat vomit.
Wonderboy ate a spoonful of the gloop as we sat at the table (yes, I had to stifle a chuckle when we thanked God for our food) and then burst out laughing, saying that he was reminded of the scene in the film ‘Shrek’, where Shrek and Donkey are crossing a bridge over a moat of red hot lava, apparantly Shrek says:
” Don’t look down!”.
Wonderboy said if he hadn’t seen what he was eating it would have been much less frightening an experience. Well, before long we were all in hysterics and decided the best plan of action would be to pick out the chickpeas and dip our ciabatta bread in the liquid – even the dog walked away from the gloop when I offered her mine!
But that boy….well he’s cruisin’ for a bruisin’