Bat cursed my cooking tonight

Bat is currently swanning around London with a bunch of Kew types, on the pretext of 'taking the foreign visitors out for a meal' or some such equivalently jammy excuse. Anyway, I threatened to cook myself noodles with prawns in retaliation -- she replied by saying that I wasn't allowed anything delicious if she wasn't here (she, of course, would have to put up with mere restaurant food).

Defiantly, I cooked a big pan of noodles for panzerpenguin and myself. I cooked his first, because he has some kind of Cthulhu-related fear of shrimp-like foodstuffs, so he got plain noodles (with de rigeur soy sauce and sesame oil). I then managed to burn the remaining noodles, only after wasting a reasonable quantity of prawns on the disaster-in-a-wok I was perpetrating.

One fork-full was enough.

Euuurgh.

Yak.

Not good.

I have therefore commiserated myself with a conciliatory takeaway pizza.

I'm cursed! I need advice on how to de-curse my cooking. Aargh!

Strawberry fair, anyone?

Bat and myself (if I'm speaking to her, and if I manage to de-curse my cooking by then) are intending a trip at the weekend up to Cambridge for Strawberry Fair. Anyone else going?