So after 2 years of procrastinating, I have finally started my blog.

Today’s post relates to cooking on crutches, when only allowed to weight bear on one leg. For those of you whom have been unfortunate enough to need crutches, you will know that just the most basic of tasks, e.g walking, can be very problematic. So why then, would anyone decide to embark on a new recipe that requires a lot of work? Search me but then I would say that because I did it.

Enlisted with the help of my beautiful assistant, namely, one grunting teenage son, I set about creating a wonderful new dish for the partridge he had provided after a days shooting. Gallantly, with no forethought whatsoever, I toss the partridge in seasoned flour and place it in the frying pan with melted butter. So what’s the big deal, the big deal is the fact that after doing so, your hands are stuck together with something vaguely resembling paper mache, which, under normal circumstances is indeed, no big deal. However, being held prisoner by said walking devices, I suddenly realised I was stuck, grunting teenage son had already left the room due to immense boredom. So, I was then in the humiliating position of calling for help. Help arrived in the form of my very own washing up bowl filled with soapy water and placed by my side, fortunately, I could continue my masterpiece. All very well but have you ever tried carrying a hot frying pan whilst using 2 crutches? No, me neither and I won’t ever again.

End result, after some significant amount of time had passed and absolute carnage had filled the kitchen with enough flour on the oven to bake a cake and wine and spices all over the work top that would have probably made a jolly good mulled wine, dinner was ready.

And if I do say so myself, it was bloody awesome! Not entirely sure it was a sensible choice but then if we went through life only making sensible choices, what would we learn? Today, I ate an oven ready made meal for dinner, any thoughts on what I learnt?