Ginger meat

So here is the picture:

All the members of 6 West Lorne Street moved out two weeks ago and now two of us are back till Wednesday next week.

Now, when we moved out we got a little carried away and accidently took 99% of our stuff home, forgetting that we were coming back a few weeks later. As a result we have been eating all our canned food out of mugs (thankfully there were two left in the cupboard!) and almost resorting to ant powder as a sugar substitute.

If our lack of intuition wasn’t enough, we also have a fridge full of frozen meat. Well I say meat; the technical phrase would be half a butchers shop in our kitchen. Somehow a few days before we left two weeks ago we decided to buy some food, and a mixture of too many vegetables that week and a serious hunger for proper food resulted in 30 sausages, 10 burgers and an estimated two chickens. I can put my hands up and say no vegetarians lived in our house!

But what we didn’t get round to doing was actually eating any of it. So now in between our strict diet of Custard Creams and Milka is a daily allowance of British meat (so much for working of the excess university bulge.)

It has now got to the stage of what can we do tonight with six sausages each. Becky may be a culinary Goddess but we could easily feed a small army of Cheshire Jets with the contents of our fridge.

And if we weren’t under enough pressure of life outside uni, now having to demolish all this food may just be the death of us.

A simple solution would be some kind of massive road BBQ, or some similar meat centred event, but this is Chester after all. There is more chance of me seducing Prince Harry and giving birth to the next heirs of England than another decent house party here. Mind you…wouldn’t say no to Prince Harry, after all, he is ginger.