Thinking about the two tasty fillets of cod in breadcrumbs that are just waiting for the oven to preheat. Because I have a case if the munch and my insides are demanding to be filled with something hot and tasty. Think I'll finish my cigar and then munch on some pickled olives first while I wait for the cod fillets to cook. FUCK! I knew it, I KNEW I was forgetting something when I was out shopping earlier. Meant to get a lime. Fuck. Oh well. Still be good with a sprinkling of salt, might have to dilute some anhydrous acetic acid down to about 5%, to make a few ml of spirit vinegar, or something equivalent to it, because I haven't got any actual vinegar around.
Depending if I CBF with that. Got a 6 pack of cold beer, which should do the trick, a bit of salt on the fish and beer to wash it down the hatch.
Just snacked on a few pickled black olives, grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge, while I wait the last few minutes for my fish to be ready for munching. Because I am SO damn hungry and for the past few days have been really thirsty too despite drinking plenty fruit juice (watermelon juice, and guava juice)
Hm.....oh, they aren't the kind of fish fillets with breadcrumbs, these are battered. Even better. I like those even better than I do the breaded kind, I like the crispy texture of the pre-fried batter, just throw them on a metal wire mesh tray and toss them in the oven at gas 7 for 20 minutes, salt, crack a beer and ready for scoffing, while watching a horror movie.
Then tiime to go to the lab, after finishing my beer, having a cigar , now my tasty battered fish fillets (looking back I should have done both the boxes of 2 fillets not just one, because I reallly could have eaten both, half a jar of olives notwithstanding. Could definitely have eaten all four of them. I think I'll eat a few creme caramel tubs for pudding, to fill up the extra space in my insides, bought out the entire stock of sainsbury's supermarket earlier, every last single four-pack of creme carramels they had. Had a bowl full of about 8-10 or so of those earlier and ate every last scrap before drinking that lovely toffee flavoured stuff the pudding pots are covered in on both end surfaces.
Oh and owiee, wash out the salt that got into the cut on my finger from the screwy-arsed fritted Buchner funnel and the razor sharp edge of the collar part of the funnel. Wil try to weld the glass back together using a homemade oxyhydrogen jet-flame.
