The art of cooking

I’m not a good cook. I admit it. I’m not. One of my colleagues had a ‘bright’ idea to do a Come Dine With Me-style competition on our corridor. Teachers’ names were drawn out of a hat and paired up. I was with another teacher who I don’t know that well but who is very chilled out. His teaching style is somewhat unorthodox and he isn’t popular with some of the others particularly. And he isn’t a very good cook either….

Monday was the night of our meal. I’d suggested sandwiches, which are easy to do. Instead we did soup as a starter. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t soup. Then for main we did spag bol. This worked better – though some people threw it in the bin (which I thought was a tad rude, since it tasted fine). The pudding was better received. Crumble and ice cream. I didn’t have a recipe; it was the other teacher who coordinated everything. He did follow a recipe. I was just his assistant, if you like. Needless to say, the food was not that wonderful and, I think, we will lose the competition. I don’t really care if we lose or not. I didn’t want to do it in the first place. But we are team sports and we did it.

The bolognese sauce
The “soup”


I keep asking about a booby prize, but I don’t think there is one (there isn’t a main prize either!). It was an okay night in the end. Not as bad as I’d thought it would be, but far, far worse than I’d hoped. There is talk of doing it next year! One can only hope that opting out is possible (or at least if we do it with flatmates me and him can both opt out as he wasn’t too keen either).

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