Post 1652. Friday the 13th – unlucky for some!
Rosey asked four of us to hers for lunch. We each contributed something. I made some pâté, Richard a spotted dick, Kline and Denise brought wine and cheese. Rosey was in charge of the main course.
“What’s cooking Rosey?” I asked.“It smells good”
“A French concoction, ‘banky ranky boofy’ or something,” she said. “Hector gave me the recipe and a pot of his special ingredient. I’ve got to add just one teaspoonful immediately before serving”
Hector teaches science and loves playing science-based practical jokes. That should have set my alarm bells ringing.
After we’d eaten my pâté, which was delicious by the way, Rosey went to the kitchen to get her creation.
Suddenly there was an enormous bang! She returned with most of the ‘boofy roofy stuffy’ adorning her apron.
“You did just use a teaspoon of the secret ingredient didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, of course,” said Rosey holding up a tablespoon.
Fortunately, she saw the funny side of it and started giggling. In no time we were all in hysterics.
I went to the battle-scarred kitchen to get some wine and spotted the recipe. It was headed ‘Bombe Ragoût de Bœuf’. Even my schoolboy French told me it meant stewed beef bomb!
“Dobbiamo ordinare una pizza?” I asked the others in my best Italian.
“Yessa pleasa signora” said Rosey.
Tomorrow, M is for Mummy
On this day last year, we fed the ducks on Amble Bay’s lake. To revisit click HERE. Don’t forget to bring some bread.