Chef

Yesterday’s corner time: 2 Minutes.

Dad spent a lot Saturday cooking. Yes, that’s right, cooking. Yes, I do know what cooking is and Dad was doing quite a lot of it on Saturday.

Apparently, he has been known to do this before, although not during my lifetime, so this was a first for me. I pulled up a chair and watched in amazement as he dashed around the kitchen in something which he referred to as “Organized Chaos” but which Mum said was more akin to “Disorganized Chaos”. Dad has long been a supporter of chaos theory and here it was demonstrated perfectly.

Dad describes his culinary genius as Cordon Bleu but Mum suggested that it was probably more Cordon Noir judging by the charred remains in most of the dishes.

Despite my protests, Mum just left him to it. I wasn’t sure if our kitchen would ever look the same again. I don’t think she could bear to watch. Eventually, even I had to leave and retire to a safe distance. I decided that behind the sofa was the best bet.

Uncle Simon and Aunty Fabienne were the unfortunate guinea pigs or, as Dad preferred to call them, guests. They had been lured to our house unaware that Dad would be preparing their evening fare.

Therefore, it was with great apprehension that everyone sat down at the table that evening. However, the apprehension was soon replaced by surprise and then by downright enjoyment, when the food not only turned out to be fit for human consumption but was actually quite delicious.

The remainder of the courses went without a hitch and the evening was only marred by the arrival of a Pizza delivery which Mum had forgotten to cancel on discovering that the meal was edible.

Matthew.