{"id":16,"date":"2009-12-03T13:45:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-03T13:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.katebailward.com\/drivinglikeamaniac\/?p=16"},"modified":"2011-03-31T22:59:16","modified_gmt":"2011-03-31T20:59:16","slug":"the-kitchen-diaries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.katebailward.com\/drivinglikeamaniac\/2009\/12\/the-kitchen-diaries\/","title":{"rendered":"The kitchen diaries"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Our oven is a fearsome beast, heating either at blisteringly hot or HOTTER THAN THE SURFACE OF THE SUN. The simmering ring doesn’t even work. I assume it’s not considered worthwhile using such a small amount of gas. My current game is therefore trying not to burn things to a cinder.\u00a0 I’m not very good at it.\u00a0 The trouble is that I put something on to heat up, then walk away and start to do something else (blog\/twit\/facebook – sometimes even something worthwhile).\u00a0 Five minutes later I return to a kitchen full of smoke and a blackened pan.\u00a0 You’d think I’d learn, but no.\u00a0 I’m far too impatient to stand in front of the stove waiting for water to come to the boil.\u00a0 Besides, as everyone knows, a watched pot never boils, so it’s only logical to walk away.\u00a0 I’m saving time and energy.\u00a0 Honest.<\/span><\/p>\n

The oven has no grill, but there is, strangely, a small cupboard built in underneath the hob. We store our washing powder in there, which results in total sensory confusion as one smells aloe vera and lavender when cooking lasagne.\u00a0 It’s also useful for the regular occasions when I drop cutlery down the back of the oven by mistake, while washing up.\u00a0 The cupboard is open at the back, and it’s therefore possible to crawl inside the space and fish the hapless spoon or fork off the floor.\u00a0 I’m sure this wasn’t planned usage in the original design, but it’s good for numpties like me.\u00a0 Many is the time one or other of my flatmates has walked into the kitchen to see me kneeling with my head in the oven.\u00a0 I shouldn’t think they’ve ever been seriously worried, though.\u00a0 Gas in this country has a far stronger smell than in the UK.\u00a0 Potential Plaths would have to be pretty strong-minded (and weak-nosed) to bear the smell for long enough to do the deed.\u00a0 A car crash is far easier to arrange, and suits the Italian sense of the dramatic much better.<\/div>\n
Speaking of which, there are a fair few people gunning for that to happen in my town at the moment.\u00a0 As I drive to work, there is one set of traffic lights.\u00a0 At certain times of the day you might find 5 or 6 cars in the queue; rarely more.\u00a0 However, Italian driving being what it is, the last person to arrive in the queue often decides that they can’t POSSIBLY wait, and they roar to the front, slamming on their brakes as they reach the crossroads and find people driving across them.\u00a0 Surprisingly, they seem nonplussed by this state of affairs.\u00a0 Clearly the Italian driving test is rather different from the English one.<\/div>\n
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