Last Friday I wanted to post a special recipe in honor of the royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton, but I couldn't come up with anything.
True, we lived in England for more than a year, but I cooked, and I cooked American style. Also, I was a poor grad student so I didn't have the time or the inclination to try new recipes and cook like I do now.
So, in lieu of a recipe, a story from those long-ago days:
I remember one of the first meals I made after we moved to Canterbury. I was no novice cook, thanks to my mom and my time in 4-H, and I am relatively sharp, but I was baffled that the oven only went to 260 degrees. I figured everything would just take longer so I cranked it up, put my meal in and walked away.
About 20 minutes later it hit me: The English use the Celsius scale. I was cooking at 500 degrees Fahrenheit.
Whoops!
In my defense the oven was oddly small and the kitchen (which we shared with another couple) also had a dorm-sized refrigerator. So I think it was an understandable mistake.
I realized my error in time to rescue the meal, and Jeff and I had a good laugh about it.
I learned all the foibles of that little gas oven and the art of getting half a dozen meals out of a five-pound chicken while I was getting my Master's degree.
Luckily for our appetites, I also learned how to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit!
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