The Boy's been cooking again. To celebrate beating our sponsorship target (thank you, again!), I asked people on Facebook (www.facebook.com/mysonsnotrainman) to suggest a recipe. Ideas ranged from Duck A L'Orange to Pot Noodle. The Boy chose his favourite from everyone's comments, and we cooked it for dinner tonight. So, a big CONGRATULATIONS to Helen Townley - I'm sure this is exactly how you imagined your recipe to look...
To cook Helen and The Boy's Mash Volcano with Beans Lava and Cut Up Sausage Boulders Round The Bottom you will need:
Step One: Peel the potatoes. Decide Helen's recipe is rubbish and too much like hard work. Refuse to use a knife as they are scary. Go and play Minecraft while Dad peels the potatoes:
Step Two: Come back into the kitchen resentfully. Disprove the theory that all people with autism like to meticulously line things up by lobbing the sausages into a baking tray:
Step Three: Put the sausages in the oven and the potatoes on to boil. Make the cooking process slightly more difficult by refusing to go near anything that is hot. Get Dad to open the beans:
Step Four: Get a new Dad. Listen to him complain about never shopping in Aldi again. Wonder why he's moaning about Helen and her ridiculous volcano while he looks for a tin opener. Tip the beans into the pan ensuring you've captured every last one:
Step Five: Remove the sausages from the oven. Drain the potatoes and add the milk and butter. Mash while complaining of third degree burns from being within ten foot of a warm pan:
Step Six: Begin to assemble the volcano:
Step Seven: Ignore what Helen said about 'cut-up sausage boulders'. Just get them on the plate, Dad says he's losing the will to live:
Step Eight: Decide that you don't want the baked beans to touch the potato. Listen to Dad explain that it's quite difficult to make a volcanic mountain covered in lava without the lava touching the mountain. After a twelve minute stand-off, eventually agree to a compromise of having a couple of baked beans touching it. Then decide you're not really bothered and just tip the pan all over anyway:
Voila! Cold sausages, mashed potato and beans. Not bad, eh Helen?
Temperamental bunch, these chefs. Still, you can't doubt the talent...
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.