Blog titles I never thought I'd use part IX: A good day at work

And what was so good about it, I hear you ask?

Well.

At 9 o'clock this morning, everyone who works in my office got into a minibus and we were driven to an undisclosed location which turned out to be a catering company in one of Melbourne's snootier suburbs. We proceeded to cook a three course French lunch (Cider and Onion Soup, Chicken Normandy Style with French Beans and Crusty Bread, and Lemon Brulee) and then we ate it, while drinking more than one glass of a rather fine Sav Blanc.

And I really need to learn the French word for 'awesome'.

Two people were assigned to each course. I was paired with someone who cannot cook at all. His entire contribution was to peel and chop up two apples. Following this, my 'Chicken Normandy Style' was presented to two of Melbourne's best caterers so they could tell me where I went wrong.

These two complained at length about how often this job requires them to eat really badly cooked food. I got slightly nervous, particularly when they started bagging the soup because my team had diced the onion instead of slicing it.

The fact that I had never cooked French food in my life was also kind of playing on my mind at this point.

So, would it be bragging too much to report that they said nothing bad about my cooking, they ate the entire plate of it and they asked if they could feed the leftover chicken to their catering staff?

I hope not, because that is what happened, so the odds that I could resist blogging about it are around the 'none in a billion' mark.


In other news:

1. Apparently readers of this popular blog persist in thinking people with religious beliefs are stupid. I suppose this should not bother me, but it turns out that it actually does.


2. My father has now joined facebook. He sent me a friend request. In accepting, I ticked the bit that indicates that he is a family member and specifically, my father. Just until he logs in next and confirms this, facebook is rather distressingly telling me that my father refuses to confirm paternity.

Which strikes me as just the type of trouble making that is viewed by many as utterly antithetical to social utility.

3. As of last Friday night, I have completely lost interest in football until next April. Except for the round ball variety, obvs.

4. My local supermarket is selling Christmas decorations.

5. It's still September, people.

6. SEPTEMBER.

7. PEOPLE!

8. I plan to use/yell the phrase "Normandy Style" in casual conversation as often as possible.