I had to cook dinner tonight. Had no idea what I was doing.
Train of thought:
FIRE!
Oil stuff.
Chicken in oil stuff.
Slosh around till chicken makes noises.
Chicken makes noise.
OUCH!
WATER!
WATER!
It burns..
Damn oil.
Open spaghetti.
Drop spaghetti.
Dance on the fallen spaghetti.
Stop.
Explain to mum why I'm dancing on top of bits of spaghetti singing along to Russian Trance music.
Struggle to open sauce container.
Forget about spaghetti.
Boil water.
Put spaghetti in.
Talk in gibberish as scrape burnt chicken off the bottom of pot.
Throw it all together.
Serve.
Run away when mum sees tomato sauce stains on oven, fridge, sink, floor and Pippa.
Train of thought:
FIRE!
Oil stuff.
Chicken in oil stuff.
Slosh around till chicken makes noises.
Chicken makes noise.
OUCH!
WATER!
WATER!
It burns..
Damn oil.
Open spaghetti.
Drop spaghetti.
Dance on the fallen spaghetti.
Stop.
Explain to mum why I'm dancing on top of bits of spaghetti singing along to Russian Trance music.
Struggle to open sauce container.
Forget about spaghetti.
Boil water.
Put spaghetti in.
Talk in gibberish as scrape burnt chicken off the bottom of pot.
Throw it all together.
Serve.
Run away when mum sees tomato sauce stains on oven, fridge, sink, floor and Pippa.
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