[Sundae]

Made my fish stew in the end.
Clams, mussels, prawns (all de-shelled), coley, tomatoes, onions, chillies, garlic etc.
Good. Bit thin. Mum said she liked it. Enough portions to both have leftovers the next day.

But on the whole it was a disaster.
Why?
Something blew a fuse about 10 minutes before I was ready to serve.

The stew was fine, in a pot on the hob, not about to cool down any time soon.
Dad's pie & potato were in the oven, keep the door closed, fine.
And I could put his peas on the burner that had had the stew on - I'd already boiled a kettle so that was okay.

What was not, was the panic from the 'rents. The wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I asked them could we not sit down and eat as pretty much everything was cooked, as Mum was under the stairs messing with the fuse box at this point and switching off things that had been on before.

The bruscetta wasn't done. But we dunked it.
And Dad had no gravy. And moaned more than once.
And we had to eat in the twilight.

Mum liked the flavour though.
I just think she'll always associate it with distress.
I think I will too.

Please wish me luck for my flatbread tomorrow.
I'm tired of cooking disasters.