Drunken Dumpling Disasters

Drunken Dumpling Disasters

I was forced to make dumplings

For they were called for in the recipe

What an unmitigated disaster

So gluey, lumpy and stringy!

Too much water was perhaps the cause

Not nearly enough Atora

Thank f*ck for copious amounts of plain flour

Although I’ve annihilated the cupboards and floor – aargh

I was struggling to sleep

And had been watching too much TV

Damn that Tesco’s advert

And the Shitake Mushroom Stew Recipe

It looked so salivatingly divine

That I sped off to Conley Hatch Lane

To my 24 hour store

With this casserole ingrained in my brain

At 11pm at night

After having already had my dinner

So tempting looked this dish

I was certain it’d be a winner

I bought every variety of fungus on this earth

Each listed ingredient I could find

Including the most vital of all

An enormous bottle of good red wine

And hauled the loot all home

Very chuffed with my knackered self

That I could potentially now rustle up something decent

To shove in Moomin’s mouth

For she is here to visit

Just for a handful of days

In order to escort me to hospital

To meet with the surgeons who’ll operate

So hence the reason

I was determined to impress

Although I hadn’t bargained

On making this unholy mess

My hands all white

Crinkly and stiff

The entire kitchen

Like a snow-plough hitting a snow-drift

Flour aplenty

Sticky splodges in infinite supply

I cannot help but p*ss myself

As I to clean up in vain try

My fingers unavoidably sticking

To absolutely everything I touch

Yet instead of creating 8 little dollops

Of dough – I only have have half as much

Yup, just four little lumps

Of gooey, white, gloop

But, oh what a bloody laugh –

I’m having quite a hoot!

Perhaps because partly

I exaggerated the amount

Of vino needed for this disaster

The remainder going down my spout

But I couldn’t give a toss

For it’s taken my mind off tomorrow

So what if it tastes like sh*t?

At least I’ve had a break from the sorrow

And because Moomin loves me

I know she’ll swallow it all the same

Whether it’s nasty or nice

And whether the dumplings threaten to block up her drain.

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