Jamie's Fifteen Minute Meal - The Owner Stylee!

Today The Owner is like a badger with a sore head! Last night, he was late with his dinner and I think that is the reason behind it. After he gets all soft and emotional over watching Strictly Come Dancing and offering his own critique on their dancing talents in a manner that would give the unenlightened an impression that he actually could dance himself, he was inspired to create one of Jamie's 15 minute meals. You know, the ones that Jamie Oliver cooks in a tidy kitchen and takes 15 minutes, the rest of the hoomun world takes at least an hour (The Owner takes two hours) and the kitchen is like a bomb has hit it. Oven was turned on and spices and herbs are lavished on the poor unsuspecting chicken, when it gets slammed in the oven. He set the timer, poured himself a large glass of something and flopped back in to his armchair. The kitchen was gently filling with the customary smoke when the timer went off and he rushes out and puts the oven light on and peers in through the glass door. To my simple understanding of the hoomun art of burning perfectly good food, it looked little different to when he put it in. The Owner clearly thought so too, as he set the timer for another hour. Hour up, you couldn't see across the kitchen but the chicken looked, well, kinda raw really. It was at this point that he opened the oven, which was still cold. So where was the smoke coming from? That would be from the other oven then! The smoke? That would be from the fat in a roasting dish forgotten about in the other oven from last week sometime then, also in the other oven. I feel sure that's why he is like a badger with a sore head. It has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the boot room door not being closed properly last night and me deciding to ask him if it was time to get up yet when Dairy Hoomun started the pumps on the dairy early this morning. It certainly wasn't the cold nose under the duvet up the back of his legs either.