What OMG moments have you had?

This morning with a day off work, I thought I would ressurect the 'bain-marie' which only gets used once a year on Christmas day.
I was told by my wife that it was right at the back of the 'cubby-hole' and good luck with getting at it.
It's a big thing on wheels or castors used for keeping our chrissy din-dins warm and so that wifey-poo after grafting all morning can have a shower and be all fresh and beautiful when family/guests arrive.

One hour into this 'cubby-hole' and I still haven't uncovered it yet. I have pulled out countless coats, fairy lights, clothes of all nature and even a massive telly. Maybe 30 dustbin bags filled with I know not what and brushes and brooms and old vacuum parts by the dozen.

I am writing this while taking a rest and the food warmer is still not liberated. The pile of stuff I have taken out is now taller than me.

A few minutes work (I thought) has turned into a massive OMG

How big is the 'cubby-hole'? I don't think all that stuff would fit in my entire flat/ tiny studio!

OMG! I now have a new word for anal sex.

Quote: Stephen Goodlad @ December 20 2011, 11:36 AM GMT

This morning with a day off work, I thought I would ressurect the 'bain-marie' which only gets used once a year on Christmas day.
I was told by my wife that it was right at the back of the 'cubby-hole' and good luck with getting at it.
It's a big thing on wheels or castors used for keeping our chrissy din-dins warm and so that wifey-poo after grafting all morning can have a shower and be all fresh and beautiful when family/guests arrive.

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Why don't you just do the grafting instead of her for a change so she can stay all fresh and beautiful?

Good point! BUT Steven made me laugh as I had this rigmarole looking for small suitcase, 'Him Indoors' had to measure dimensions for our 'Ryan Air' flight.

Quote: Chappers @ December 20 2011, 4:20 PM GMT

Why don't you just do the grafting instead of her for a change so she can stay all fresh and beautiful?

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I do all the peripheral bits - the faffing if you like. Not through choice though, a Tasmanian Devil resides within the kitchen Christmas morning. I daresnt go in there

I prepare the brussells. My mum does the rest. I always feel like I've made a very important contribution though.

Quote: zooo @ December 20 2011, 6:56 PM GMT

I prepare the brussells.

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OMG Brussels!

Quote: zooo @ December 20 2011, 6:56 PM GMT

I prepare the brussells. My mum does the rest. I always feel like I've made a very important contribution though.

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When you say "prepare", that means "run them some cold water for a few seconds, bung them in a saucepan, sneak out of the kitchen and go watch telly", I presume?

You need to cross the tops! Very tedious work. I salute you, zooo!

Well, kind of.
But you do have to chop the ends off, pull off the outer leaves and cut a cross in the bottom! (For the baby jeebus.)

Quote: Leevil @ December 20 2011, 7:36 PM GMT

You need to cross the tops! Very tedious work. I salute you, zooo!

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See? He knows!

Quote: zooo @ December 20 2011, 7:36 PM GMT

you do have to chop the ends off, pull off the outer leaves and cut a cross in the bottom! (For the baby jeebus.)

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Then dump them in the bin. Done.

Noooo, brussells are delish!

And we have little chopped up pancetta in them at Christmas. YUM.

Quote: Nil Putters @ December 20 2011, 7:38 PM GMT

Then dump them in the bin. Done.

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Quite right.

The only time I've had nice sprouts was when my dad did them mushed up with bacon and garlic.

Basically you couldn't taste them.