Sorry for double post, friends. I was a year younger for the last one.
Anyway, I just fried up a lovely piece of lamb in canola oil and onion.
Potato and an half cob of corn in the pot in water.
It looks like and smells like it's worth eating, from over here.
What troubl-ed me was the mashed potato. I left my masher in storage with the crown corning and all I had was a blasted fork! Foor-bloody-sooth indeed!
So, after extracting the cob of corn, it became a kind of sleuthed potato, rather than mashed, but no solids larger than the larynx, but then, oh golly jingies! ...
... when I came to dish that potato up on the plate, unbelieveably enough, with all the steak and onion and corn placed neatly onto the plate, and with all the remnant soy sauce, dishing up the mashed/squashed potato was enough to mak0e me flick the darned concoction onto the farthest end of the plate. Mostly I got it right, but 25% was off the radar!
People please! Whatever you do in this life! Never, ever mash potato with a fork, unless you have the stamina to see it all through to a worthy conclusion! Noli Illegitimi Carborundum!~

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It wasn't bad. Two things I noticed.
1. Lamb is something I like to cook tender if I had had guests. I normally used a butterknife with lamb. Not tonight. I mucked up badly! I actually had to go to the kitchen go retrieve a steak knife! The steak was jolly tough!
2. After two or three days without food, it is amazing how my self relishes meat more than vegetables. I let the mind go so that I could observe him, and he did partake of the potato and onion, but baulked at the fresh cob of corn. I wish I was a vegetarian.