Please scream inside your heart

I’ve spent most of this weekend being an idiot.

Yesterday, I decided to make Spanish chicken and rice in my instant pot.  I bought all the ingredients and cooked it.  And I did think there was too much chicken stock.  And it did almost fill the instant pot.  But I thought it would be OK, cooked it, went to release the steam and it started spewing stock everywhere.  The end result wasn’t particularly nice either.  So I had to chuck the whole thing.

Then today, I was trying to make garlic chicken with tomatoes in the slow cooker.  And it filled it slow cooker and I had to use the instant pot.

Then, I realised something.  I had multiplied the amount of stock needed by a factor of 10.  So, for example, instead of making 350ml of stock, I made 3.5 litres.  That was more food thrown out.

Thankfully, I had decided to have another shot at making the Spanish chicken tomorrow, so I had all the ingredients.  I cooked it again and this is the result:

It tasted good, though I might try adding more tumeric next time.  Or possibly putting it into the pot instead of mixing it with the stock.  I’m also going to use red pepper instead of green, but that’s mostly an aesthetic thing that anything else.

Next week, I’m definitely making lime chicken with rice in the slow cooker.  I wanted to this week, but I couldn’t find lime juice when shopping yesterday.  I got some today, so that’ll be dinner next Saturday.

My new additions for the wall of music arrived yesterday.  The first two aren’t actually on the wall.  When Frank Turner played a live stream gig to raise money for The Grand in Clapham, there were a few other people in the gig.  To raise money, they were selling stuff.  Included in that was a signed photocopy of Franks setlist and a signed photocopy of the setlist for Beans on Toast:

At least Beans actually signed that.  The other thing I bought was a poster for the event signed by both Beans and Frank:

In the top left, you’ll see Franks signature.  In the bottom right, you’ll see a distinct lack of Beans signature.  That’s because he got going on the tequila before signing them all…

I’ve pre-ordered the new Philip Pullman HDM novella.  Of course I have.

Will