As many of you know I can’t stand cooking, and, as a result of this extreme loathing, I often have to phone a friend to ask for advice about how to turn the oven on.
So, last weekend, after phoning a friend, I tried to bake gluten-free banana bread. During this extremely stressful and wine-free process, I broke my kitchen smoke alarm, smashed a glass bowl and after 2 hours of watching my bread do nothing in the oven I had to feed it to the disgusting rats and pidgins that are living in my square. As there is a strong likelihood that I’ve killed all these creatures, I’m going to email the local council to ask them to put pest control on red alert.
Suffice it to say, I am never, ever, going to turn my oven on again. It’s a complete waste of time, money and energy. Forget ‘dial a pizza’, where is the ‘dial a gluten-free cake shop’? OMG, I’m seriously, sooooooooooooo down in the dumps!