A domestic goddess…

…that’s what I am. I channelled the goddess inside me and cooked a spinach pie after work…well, technically a spinach cake because I didn’t have a pie plate into which I threw assorted and sundry, random ingredients. I only had a cake pan – which in itself is odd because I never cook cakes. I’m not sure how a cake pan found its way into my home. I'm thinking it's almost like a Twilight Zone moment - you know, the woman comes home from work and there's an odd cake pan in her kitchen. She thinks nothing of it until the cake pan is in her bed trying to strangle her. Okay, maybe not. But the thing is, murderous cake pans aside, I made and cooked something. Freaking amazing - not that I can’t cook because I can. I just find it unnatural and wrong and generally ooky. I often microwave and I most definitely peel back the lids off a lot of yoghurt tubs but cooking? Not so much unless it’s toast. Will I continue this cooking madness?  I don’t reckon so. It’s frigging unnatural.  

Watch out for sudden, random cake pans...this could be the start of something...