One afternoon, a girl was walking home from school in the chilly May breeze. Cool shivers running down her back delighted her; winter was coming.
As she entered her street (with enthusiasm in her skip), she could smell the pleasant fragrance of burning wood emerging from a neighbours chimney. The loveliness in the air inspired her to enter her kitchen (upon arriving at her house) and make toasted cheese sandwiches.
Alas, life isn't a pretty fairytale. The girl in question, is me. And if you knew her as well as I do, you'd never let her near an appliance again.
Because once she entered the kitchen to make the toast, she decided that today would be Kitchen Experiment Tuesday and that she would test out an innovative new way of making toasted cheese sandwiches.
I saw on Tumblr a post where someone tried to toast their cheese by turning the toaster on its side and putting the bread with cheese inside. Of course, in the magical world of Tumblr, the only way this could go wrong would be if the toast flew out of the sideways-toaster and onto the floor; bread-side up. Alas, some people can be so very lucky with their misfortunes.
My sideways-toaster began to smell of charred plastic, shortly before smoke billowed out of the electrical socket.
Not entirely disheartened, I decided to try another method of cooking my toasted cheese sandwiches.
I layered the cheese onto the bread, to the point where the cheese formed mozzarella mountains (love alliteration!), and I reached for my crème brûlée blowtorch.
For minutes, I stood over the flames as my cheese slowly melted and burnt. Eventually, I was satisfied with my very scorched lunch... until my eyes saw the microwave and I realised that the simplest methods are often the best.
Moral of this random story: Don't do drugs.
The-actual-moral: Never let an idiot into a kitchen.
In other news: Winter is coming (if you live in the Southern Hemisphere). Be very delighted.
As she entered her street (with enthusiasm in her skip), she could smell the pleasant fragrance of burning wood emerging from a neighbours chimney. The loveliness in the air inspired her to enter her kitchen (upon arriving at her house) and make toasted cheese sandwiches.
Alas, life isn't a pretty fairytale. The girl in question, is me. And if you knew her as well as I do, you'd never let her near an appliance again.
Because once she entered the kitchen to make the toast, she decided that today would be Kitchen Experiment Tuesday and that she would test out an innovative new way of making toasted cheese sandwiches.
I saw on Tumblr a post where someone tried to toast their cheese by turning the toaster on its side and putting the bread with cheese inside. Of course, in the magical world of Tumblr, the only way this could go wrong would be if the toast flew out of the sideways-toaster and onto the floor; bread-side up. Alas, some people can be so very lucky with their misfortunes.
My sideways-toaster began to smell of charred plastic, shortly before smoke billowed out of the electrical socket.
Not entirely disheartened, I decided to try another method of cooking my toasted cheese sandwiches.
I layered the cheese onto the bread, to the point where the cheese formed mozzarella mountains (love alliteration!), and I reached for my crème brûlée blowtorch.
For minutes, I stood over the flames as my cheese slowly melted and burnt. Eventually, I was satisfied with my very scorched lunch... until my eyes saw the microwave and I realised that the simplest methods are often the best.
Moral of this random story: Don't do drugs.
The-actual-moral: Never let an idiot into a kitchen.
In other news: Winter is coming (if you live in the Southern Hemisphere). Be very delighted.
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