Eggs, beans and crumpets!

...A lovely collection of short stories by tbe mighty PG Wodehouse - one of JT's favourite authors! Yet this is not why I find myself, today, musing upon such ramblings of old.

I must start with a cracking quote before I spill the beans on the eggs and crumpets!! Found this hiding under the sleeve of a design book: "By logic and reason we die hourly, by imagination we live" - JB Yeates - most definitely muse-licious...

Anyway, eggs. I have been set yet another project today (please do pray for me, I have about 5 deadlines for Monday next week and one for the following Monday...Very tired...) This project is really quite fun. We have to build a rocket to make an egg 'fly' 15 feet and hit a target without breaking. The egg has to remain visible and must be held but not wrapped. I feel a strange sense of de-ja-vu (have I spelt that right?) - read the post about the Hive weekend away!

My idea so far is to chop the bottom off a Coke bottle and place the egg in the top end, so that it is 'held, but surrounded by a plastic wall. Being see-through, the egg can still be 'seen'. We would then put some water in the bottle to cushion the blow and set up a pulley system. It doesn't say that the rocket device cannot be touching the target at first, it just has to get there of its own accord (start the pulley higher than the target and let it travel slowly).

We then have to create an advertising and launch campaign for the rocket (we are making a stupid film and flyerising the University with 1950's 'primative rocket' posters inviting students to the launch!) It is an exercise in group work apparently, but I need to find someone who owns some chickens in order to complete a comedy part of the film :-) Any tips??

You are probably wondering where the crumpets come in... They are actually completely unrelated, but as I sit here in the flat, I am gradually being intoxicated by a foul burning smell. All I did was cook a pizza, but the other day I may have had a bit of a culinary inconsistency.

I had the bright idea of baking a cake for our weekend away. Not just any old cake but a chocolate saccher torte - mmmmmm.... Now I am usually quite good at cakes (trying to preserve my dignity here) but the other day when JT said "we need some plain flour", I managed to lodge this bit of information into my skull when thinking about cake and somehow proceeded to take a trip to Londis to buy some plain flour to put IN said cake. As it was cooking, some of the cake dribbled through the base of the pan and burnt onto the bottom of the oven - hence the smell.

A look of utter confusion and dismay crossed my face as I removed my 'chocolate crumpet' from the oven and JT, who usually is very lovely on such occasions (like the time when I curdled buttercream filling and it looked like baby vomit!! He said, heroically, "I'm sure it'll be very nice?!" and proceeded to twitch nervously) took one look at the cake and said "err..ummmm..ohhhh dear?" I knew that this was a good time to throw the offending article in the bin and look a bit sad. JT is so much better at cooking than me, he's really clever!! I am trying so hard to learn though. Well I guess that's all for now/