Rosamicula (rosamicula) wrote,

goosey goosey gander

Just call me Bris. Hugh Bris. My goose is too big for my roasting dish and, laid lengthways, too long for my oven.

It isn't sitting in the dish, exactly; it is straddling it. Given its scale and its bright orange marinade and given the delicate dimensions of the roasting dish, it looks like a fat Essex girl straddling a Ghurka (I have seen this phenomenon and it is burnt into my memory). It's also leaking all over my lovely clean new oven. Woe. It's beginning to smell pretty good, though.
Tags: food, ineptitude
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