First tip in making this dish, don’t over cook your pasta because then it’ll tear when you try to stuff it. In fact, we ended up with more of a pasta bits and cannelloni stuffing casserole than an actual Italian dish. However, it was yummy all the same. So, I totally recommend the recipe, and if you can’t get the pasta stuffed just throw it all in a dish and bake it. It tastes the same.
As for Clapton, what is all the fuss? I guess I like Layla, it’s kind of screechy, but I had to shut it all down the moment HarryPotter started playing air guitar. I know it was just he and I in the kitchen, but it was plain embarrassing. He’d been totally getting me into classic rock with Pink Floyd, the Who, and Led Zeppelin. But Clapton is just boring.
I guess I really just like music I can bop around to. The classic rock I’m into is like Michael Jackson, or the Bangles, or old Take That. But, I you just can’t dance around to ‘Walk Out In The Rain’. So, HarryPotter was playing air guitar to some song, and I just had to turn it off. I plugged in my Ipod into the speakers and put on some classic Mika, and started dancing about. He got his laptop out and started blasting Eagles. We had a battle of the bands going right in the kitchen. (Probably how we over cooked the cannelloni.)
Spending the evening with HarryPotter dancing about the kitchen was a riot, and when we finally sat down to our cannelloni haggis casserole, we were too tired to eat. We’d planned on having a fancy sit down at the kitchen table, but just couldn’t be bothered, so we brought our plates into the lounge and ate dinner as a proper family should – on the sofa watching telly.
After dinner, with a stack of crusty coated pots, pans, and dishes piled high in the kitchen, HarryPotter and I made a nice cuppa and finished off the night by watching Anchorman. I really do love being with HarryPotter. I guess, really, that’s not the same as being in love with HarryPotter, but I adore being around him. I’d rather be home cooking bad pasta than out at the pubs. I’d rather be curled up with a cuppa watching telly with him instead of out with a big group of people at a club. I could happy stay here in Glasgow in this little Ibrox flat. (Well, actually, I hate Ibrox, we’d have to move. But I could happily stay living with HarryPotter.)
So, right back to where I started from. Having feelings for someone but not wanting to say anything. I’ll wait and see how the job interview goes. If I don’t get the job, then…well, maybe I’m destined to be a weegie. But if I do get the job, then I don’t know. Can you have a long distance relationship with someone you’ve never even kissed? Hmmm. Yep, wait until after the interview before saying anything.