When the parent’s away, the kids will play!!!!!!!!!!!
When we got home, the chefs of the day started to cook our plans for the day’s sumptuous lunch. Basically, Nadia and Rahimi did 95% of the preps (of which 95% of that 95% was done by Nads) whilst Drea and I did a HUGE AND SIGNIFICANT PORTION – FIVE WHOLE PERCENT!
As it all seems self-explanatory, I shall cease my rich tales, descriptions and whatnot =P
That’s Mr. Chicken sweating in the oven
As we heard our names being called from the food laboratory (read: kitchen) we put down whatever nonsense we were doing (winks at Andrea) and headed for assistance. We stood there by the door like complete morons as Nads buzzed from corner to corner, deftly wielding her mighty crockery.
After a few minutes, our insignificant existence finally came to Nads realisation. Aye aye maam, we’re at your complete disposal! *grins* We were then ‘assigned’ (cheh wahh.. Nads =P) to the mashed potatos.
Do not attempt to try this at home!
The mystical contents of this colourful box of Mr. Mash will have the power
to cause potatos to grow behind your ears
Chef de partie, Chef de cuisine, Sous chef, Commis I & ll all mixed and (Mr.) Mashed up to bear four enthusiastic people which makes up the motley kitchen crew.
Here we are finally sitting down to eat our very own pride and joy