WELL THEY SAY THE 7TH DAY IS A DAY OF REST and that's what I did. I slept and slept and slept all day until the X-factor final was on at 7 o'clock (at night).
Then I hungrily got up, fried onions upon which I dumped chopped canned tomatoes with some pepper and oregano. The tomatoes sizzle down wonderfully in the wok. I'm so glad I got that: it's just as good for Italianesque as Chinese. (I always call my pasta-cooking "Italianesque" as it's probably more German than truly "Italian" in style.... anyway so I made a simple sauce. This ended up getting tossed over... freshly boiled-up gnocchi. Which are potato dumplings of the most extraordinary kind. I'd never tried 'em before. With tomato sauce and grated cheese on top they came out lovely.
Apart from that there's nothing to tell. I've nary a clue who's won the X-factor, though my favourite judge is Cheryl, a "Girl Aloud" who won her own popstardom through a similar such competition. (Question: why must all TV talent competitions feature Simon Cowell? Is he exec-producer-in-chief or something?)
Righty-ho: gotta go. Have a charming weekend, y'all!
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