NEW Year's Eve, New Year's Day, New Life and even a New Me.
Today, with a whole brand spanking new year ahead of us, I have inadvertently transformed myself into, as my husband has now dubbed me, a domestic goddess. I've been called all sorts of things over the years no doubt and he likened me to a cat, going from a stray to a domestic in a bat of the eyelids.
You see, today I made a pie. I didn't sport an apron for the feat or end up with flour all over my nose but simply rolled up my sleeves, stumbled across a rolling pin at the back of one of the kitchen drawers and went on to impress my family.
My times in the kitchen are not generally adventurous ones - I have my mum's genes in that department! But today, things changed. There was a straggler of a can of Guinness left over from our festive binge drinking sessions and a good dollop of beef chunks in the fridge ... and the rest is history.
Trouble is, I think I've blown my cover and my days in the kitchen have been re-numbered. I've played oven-shy for too long but now I guess the culinary dumbness game's up!
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