In the end, I was brave. Nay, valiant. And it was SO COLD and I got stuck at the level crossing both ways FOR SO DAMNED LONG, that I feel my Captain Oates quote was only too appropriate. Apart from the part where I nobly commited suicide in a desperate bid to save my comrades. Which I didn't do so much. Meh. It's a Saturday. You can only expect so much.
So I had my little trip to Sainsbury's at the bottom of White Hart Lane (the controversial one, which is trying so ridiculously hard to prove that it's as chock-full of community spirit as any old local shop, it's hilarious). I bought (just so you're fully up-to-date on Fangirl Towers' recent purchases) some parsley, a strudel, and a bottle of wine (unlike
katie__pillar, I did not get IDed, which is almost a shame as I had composed a splendid diatribe on the subject in my THREE HOURS FREEZING TO DEATH AT THE LEVEL CROSSING, WITH NO TRAINS AT ANY TIME ON THE HORIZON, which would culminate in my imperiously summoning the manager and slaying him with my lorgnette, a plan only minimally hampered by the fact that I am not in possession of such an eye-piece). And in browsing the shelves, I saw this:

WTF? What is it with people? White sauce is made using margarine, flour and milk, and costs about tuppence ha'penny. Why in the name of all that is sparkly would anyone buy a jar of the stuff costing £1.90? Pah, I say. I pity the fool.
Anyway, enough of other people. What, I am sure you are all anxious to know, have I been doing today? Well, I didn't get dressed, that's for damn sure as mustard. I do see some kind of washing in my future, though. Tant pis. I made some tomato and onion bread, which bizarrely exploded in the oven, but which seems reasonably tasty. Then I made some broccoli and stilton soup. Also made pollo alla cacciatore (which was actually quite tasty, though not sure about the inclusion of beans, at least when combined with rice) from my Nigella Express cookbook, which was going to be my challenge recipe, but then I made chocolate macaroons from the same book, and ACTUALLY TOOK AN ACTUAL PHOTO, which struck me as a fine plan, so will be endeavouring to do that in the future. Oh yes. Multimedia is the future. Maybe one day I'll make Katie film me cooking something. How exciting would that be, huh? Huh? I know, you can all barely think from the glee...
Cookery Book: Nigella Express
Provenance: Christmas present from Chris in 2007
Picture Level: I salute you, Nigella. Nice, pretty pictures for everything
Recipe: Chocolate macaroons
Ingredients: Ground almonds, cocoa powder, icing sugar, egg whites
Why Chosen: Um, it was a pretty picture? Also, we have about fifty eggs to use on account of that whole Abel & Cole thing
Outcome: Mmm, tasty. I had one with a tiny miniature glass of milk: I would highly recommend that manner of consumption
Mess Created: Not so much, really. Go me!

And we watched the most recent episode of Supernatural (which, admittedly, is from a little while ago), about which the less said the better, I think.
( Spoilers. ) And then we watched the first two eps of Wonderfalls. And I made the macaroons, and have come to bed with the intention of reading a bit of trashy romance. Yay.