… under the grill, five minutes with the microwave, and one minute with both of them combined. That’s how I cooked my pizza this evening and while the base was very soggy (as you might expect) it was cooked and the toppings were done to a turn. I’m not going to improve in this, I reckon – at least, not until I buy a real oven and that might be something of a problem because a couple of people have told me about the electrical requirements that the apartment wiring needs – and it simply doesn’t have them.
Sunday is a lie-in of course, and so I valiantly resisted the temptation to leap energetically out of bed as soon as I awoke. In fact, by the time I could no longer stand it and crawled out of my stinking pit, it was … err … 07:05. My lie-in had lasted all of five minutes.
But Sunday is also a Day of Rest and so rest I did. The most strenuous thing that I did was to have a shave and a shower, although cleaning the table-cloth was a very close second. And for most of the day I mooched around cleaning up the laptop.
With the weather being so nice, I went out at lunchtime and sat on the wall on the other side of the headland overlooking the port. Here, I ate my butties and read my book for a while. I went for a little stroll afterwards, but not for long.
And that, dear reader, is the summary of my day.
I did have a chat with Liz on the internet, and I’ve done the washing-up too, and now I’m sitting with my feet up and a book by my side.
Today is finished and tomorrow is another day. I hope that the weather will be as nice as this one.
A cheap toaster oven would do the Job!
Yes, these table-top ovens. Not as good as the real thing but they will have to do. No possibility of putting in a 32-amp circuit here unfortunately
How about a gas oven?
Are you braced for the flood of refugees from Britain?
Part of the reason of moving here was so that I didn’t have to hump bottles of gas about here, there and everywhere. There is no mains gas connection.
And yes, we are setting up refugee camps and all kinds of things here