Cooking took a turn for the worse today when I attempted to make a white sauce for some chicken. Everything went well until the wine was added (alcohol generally being a Good Thing in food, I find). We suspect that the sudden addition of the cool wine to the hot sauce was to blame for the rapid transformation from 'sauce' to 'strange lumpy stuff'. The word 'curdled' was bandied about. Mark disposed of the mixture, and then took over the preparation of the new sauce. I took a back seat, being content to drink the wine and stir the onions in the frying pan. The whole debaclé was a Learning Process. I shall return to the kitchen in good time.   Meanwhile, Mark has achieved what few before him have managed - to get a groin strain playing 'Mariocart'. Nintendomania has hit Flat Five. Each evening, when work has been finished or, at least, when we are sick to the back teeth of work, we head upstairs, seat ourselves in front of Richard's console and run around mazes blowing each others' brains out with assorted weaponry (Goldenye), or race around various odd tracks blowing each others' brains out with assorted weaponry (Mariokart). This is generally all very well, except when excessive celebration leads to damaged muscles. He'll know better next time. Yet another Learning Process. Truly a university education is a wonderful thing.
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