The Pater’s birthday has wound round once again and we had a bit of a birthday tea for him last evening. No cake or candles, or anything particularly fancy – he doesn’t do fancy nowadays. But we did get a major bunch of Chinese carry out.
I love Chinese food, and happily keep ordering as if we were trying to feed the ravening hordes of Ghengis Khan, instead of just the 6 of us – Boy 2 (of 3) was out of the picture, being stuck in bed with his glands. Anyway, said family being replete, the age old question was raised – what on earth are we going to do with all this leftover food?
It’s at this point that I suggest that we could make a healthful Smoothie out of it. Mrs WeeKeef, in jolly mood with the hols coming up, decides to give it a whirl. Literally! Out comes the blender and 3 minutes later we have produced Sweet’n’Sour-Chili-Chicken-King Prawn-Beef Chow-Mein-in-Oyster-Sauce with Fried Rice and Chips – a light-brown, luke-warm, rather gritty sludge which tasted strangely sweet and produced an MSG rush which would probably qualify it as a Class B drug. Nasty! I’m thinking of selling the recipe to the producers of Japanese game shows, looking for a new challenge for their contestants.
Half an hour later we made some more.