I’m sorry if this comes as a surprise, but it’s a proven fact.
In fact, I’ve been a good cook since I was in my early teens. I have creativity and attention to detail, as well as a quite highly educated palate.
Lately I’ve been playing the role of house-husband to Claire’s bread-winner. This includes making up a delightful lunch for her every day.
Her lunch for tomorrow includes, along with a yogurt and a packet of jaffa cakes, a bowl of roasted vegetables (carrot, caramelised red onion, potato, and kumara), and a big moist slice of fresh baked banana bread. Delicioso!
You might well think you’re a good cook, and possibly you are, but next to me you ain’t shit.
In other news, we went to the Chinese New Year thing at the showgrounds with Dylan, Melanie, and Harrison on the weekend, it was okay I guess. I had some very nice (but quite greasy) noodles, grape juice, and very pedestrian chicken satays. Oh, and a Chinese biscuit. Unfortunately being a daytime even there was no opportunity for fireworks – which we really enjoyed when it was in Albert Park the last couple of years.
I just got the banana bread out of the oven, I think I’ve surprised even myself with how perfect it is.
Self-effacingly yours,
The Monkey

