I met my Waterloo yesterday..

I also know that being a daredevil is not always good. I realized that yesterday. I also know that I am pretty bad in a kitchen..

Yesterday I was out shopping for something good, for the weekend. Here in Sweden they have lot’s of Moose’s. The meat form wild animals is the best, if you ask me. I have had Moose a few times before Mmmmm.
There in front of me at the supermarket - Moose ready to put on the pan. It looked very simple, it even had a recipe on it. So I bought the last few ingredients I needed. I was good to go.
I was so optimistic as, I remembered the good taste from last I had it. As the evening came I began and to my big surprise everything went well (That is if you don’t count the stuff that went on the floor + the knife and my ring-finger). My appetite was good - sadly the dish didn't tasted that good. What could I have done wrong? I have done everything by the book, sort of speak. But I was hungry so I ate up.
Shortly after I was done my stomach began acting up. I didn't even manage to clean the table before I had to run out to the toilet… Napoleon met his Waterloo, I met mine yesterday.
I have now written that supermarket a nice letter, telling them everything I haven't told you.

If there is anyone out there who know how to cook, I will do anything for a nice dinner ;)

Great weekend to you all
T