|Your garlic breath will be totally worth it|
My mother, who reads this blog, doesn't believe there was any malice or jealousy involved in Benji's decision to sack me. She says that Benji created a job for me where there really wasn't one, and I should be grateful for the experience I got there. With the greatest of respect, Shaz, I think you're wrong, but I won't go into it now. I think the chronology of events speaks for itself.
So I'm back in the cottage, cooking, eating too much, enjoying the onset of spring and planning my next move. As my book isn't going to be released until November, I do need to get another job, but this time it won't be in an office. My friend Sophie, who's a researcher at the BBC, has spoken to someone in the TV commissioning department. The outlook for the Piggy Show isn't completely bleak, though the chances of me appearing on TV without a having first produced a highly successful restaurant, book or blog are slim. Sophie's going to go back to her friend in commissioning and ask them to define 'successful blog'. Because I think I've got one, baby (approaching 500,000 hits).
In the meantime, I'm going to focus my job hunting efforts on the food industry - perhaps a restaurant manager or something like that. I'm reluctant to wait tables, but I'd do it at a pinch somewhere very upmarket. In spite of the general employment landscape in the UK, Bath is still a busy, wealthy place. Coming into summer, I don't think I'll have too much trouble finding a job. Can you believe how optimistic I am just a few days after losing my job? Ha! Boo sucks to you, Benji! You've done me a huge favour.
Now, to an area of life that's going extraordinarily well - Andy. He's definitely the most wonderfully behaved boyfriend I've ever had, though the bar isn't very high. The little darling calls me every day. We don't have a huge amount to say to each other, but that's not the point, is it? It's nice to be asked how one's day was, even when one is unemployed. It's a shame he has to be in London most of the time for calls, auditions and shoots. So assured am I of his commitment that I don't even care that he has ample sexual opportunities with freakishly beautiful women. In fact, I rarely turn my mind to the issue.
By contrast I can recall the anguish I suffered when I thought Martin was cheating on me. All signs pointed to infidelity - copious expensive gifts, mysterious overseas trips, distractedness - so you can imagine my relief when he called me from Kerobakan to tell me he'd been charged with drug trafficking. Honestly, Martin's crime was easier on my self-esteem than finding out that Hugh (whom I never suspected) had been shagging Poloma before he dumped me and while he was still pretending to participate in relationship counseling. With Andy, I feel completely secure. He's such a perfect gentleman and I can't wait to see him tomorrow.
Tonight I'm going up to the manor house for dinner. I've just made a wonderful Piggy-style 'chicken with 40 cloves of garlic' dish, which I'll the recycle for Andy tomorrow night. Lucky readers, I shall now share the recipe with you:
You will need:
- 12 fat chicken drumsticks
- 40 cloves of garlic, duh
- 1 bunch of spring onions, finely sliced
- 50g of unsalted butter
- 1 handful of fresh thyme
- Salt and pepper
- 3 cups of chicken stock
- 1 cup of reasonable quality dry white wine
- Preheat oven to 180C/360F.
- Peel the garlic. This is the hardest part.
- Heat a heavy duty casserole dish over a high heat, melt the butter and brown the chicken. Then put the drumsticks aside in a bowl
- Add the stock to the casserole dish and half the garlic. Take the time to scrape all the brown bits off the bottom of the dish into the stock. It's worth the effort.
- Place the chicken into the dish, trying as much as possible to have just one layer.
- Add the white wine and then throw in the remaining garlic cloves and the spring onions.
- Season heavily with salt and pepper, place the thyme on top and then place the dish in the oven for two hours (with a lid on).
I know the men in my life are going to love it! (Don't worry, Shaz. You can have some too!)
PS Thank you to all my readers who have e-mailed me job offers and suggestions. I'm only interested in the food industry, thank you.