I know that a few of our MFW readers like to cook now and again when the stars are aligned. Quite possibly many others of us do too but I’m not nosey so I’ve never asked anyone who hasn’t freely offered up such information.
But I’ve managed to stuff up all three of my favourite meals in my lifetime , beginning with Chateaubriand in Paris when I thought it good to add a huge dollop of marmalade from the breakfast table and ruined what should have been a wonderful meal for Mrs P and myself.
Then there was the skate and chips from Mary Jane’s in Cromer, which I put sugar on with the vinegar instead of salt. The crispy aromatic duck I made myself was fine until I served it up with Kung Po Sauce instead of Hoisin.
And that’s how Saturday’s match with Stoke seemed as well. Fantastic, but with a serious fault attempting to ruin a marvellous effort – but not for long I’m delighted to say.
We’re two nought up, more or less cruising and what does Dimitris Giannoulis do? Square across his own box to that nasty piece of work known as Nick Powell. Giannoulis wasn’t alone – Kenny McLean had already played Steven Fletcher in minutes earlier.
Those moments were my marmalade, sugar and Kung Po sauce. Everything else was served up really rather well and for all those supporters of other clubs – and respect to you all – the small cannon on the foredeck of HMS Canary has fired its shot across your bows.
Emi Buendia summed it up nicely when he said: “We’re really pleased with the performance today. We played a very good first-half, created a lot of chances and scored twice. The second-half was a bit tough to begin with but we always believed in our football. We still created a lot of chances and that helped us get a really good result.”
Who among us would not be delighted with a goal-scoring list of Cantwell, Pukki [two, one pen] and Buendia?
As Simon Lappin, the King of Spain said to Chris Goreham: *This is vintage Norwich and should get some detractors back onside. The lads have really deserved this result*.
Or something like that, anyway.
I plead with you good folks to watch the outfield goals again if you haven’t already. You won’t be disappointed. Every one is class.
And oh boy I’m still in love with Max Aarons – in a platonic way I hasten to add.
After yesterday’s performance from Barnsley, which proves that anything can indeed happen in this league, that size 5 football is now firmly back in our court. Brentford were not expecting that result, and neither was I for what it’s worth. But the Bees will be shaken up and nervous after that reverse, which I’m really not sorry about. OK, I’m delighted.
Well done Carlton Morris for proving himself by scoring in the Championship for the very first time – and on arguably the best occasion imaginable for NCFC!
Meanwhile, for anybody out there even vaguely interested in cooking, this a blast. Ignore the plugs for Delia’s books, it’s truly comical.