Just done this mental thing.
Sarcastically, skillfully, meaningfully threw 2 eggs into a glass bowl. A BIG glass bowl.
Screwed around with them using a fork with no real care. Just smashed them up bastardfully. 'Chicka, chicka, chicka' went the noise of the fork on the glass as I skewed the egg dregs about.
2 broken eggs in a glass bowl. No shells of course. I vigorously. Excitedly, masterfully threw them in to the big big bin.
But now what?
Where do I go from here?
Well. I looked in the cupboard and found some moar stuff. ('this is getting interesting' I thought to myself)
Rubbing my hands together with merriment and a grinny grin grin on my boat race. I set about chucking in all the rest of the foodstuffs into teh magical glass bowl.
Salt, pepper, sage & onion stuffing, minced beef, milk, beef stock cubes, 1 aggressively chopped onion, mixed spices, mixed herbs, tomato puree and a smuttering of elbow grease.
'Jesus would be proud' I thought to myself.
I enigmatically mixtured this cumbersome meaty treaty with my fresh, virgin washed hands.
Mild green fairy liquid has been good to me over the years. And it wasn't gonna change today. No siree.
I greased the shit out of a fucking bread loaf tin and aggressively threw the fucking meat into the tin.
Acting to those around me as if I didn't even give a biros ink about what was going to happen.
But in my heart of hearts I REALLY cared for my recipe.
This is my first ever time baking meatloaf and I want it to be special........
(It's now in the oven baking like a boss).