Forbidden to leave the kitchen!
Friday i went home to eat, put some leftover soup on the stove, watched some news, and some internet things. Then i noticed this odd sound comming from the kitchen. The soup was so hot, it decided to take a vacation below the burner. Another pot scorched black. Time for more vinegar.
Now you think i would learn my lesson after all this time. As i started to write this, i heard a funny sound comming from the kitchen. Towards the door i turned, as a fog settled into my room. Fog? Lets check the kitchen. My Id mutters, good plan einstein. I run through increasingly thick and milky fog. The smoke is eminating from a pot of pork dumplings i put on a while ago. Now any normal person would have turned the stove off first. Nope. I try the sliding glass door, wrenching it back. Try again! Its frozen (but wow, look at the snow).
Now i turn the stove off and move the pan, but i dare not lift the lid. “Beep, beep, beep,” there goes the fire alarm. I run and push the button, then run to the front door and open it. The smoke it more thick then i’ve ever seen. I can hardly see the floor. “Beep…” Shut up already. Prop a shoe in the door, run to the smoke detector, then to the back door. Before i even open the door, “beep….”. Bah. I push it again, and as soon as it stops, it starts again. AhhhhH!!!! Anoy me right now will you, RIP clean off the ceiling. I push the button and shove it in between the couch cushions. “beep..” ah, shut up. I work on the back sliding door, and get it open. I turn on all the fans, grabing them from every room in the house. A crowd gathers outside to check into the beeping, the cresent neighbours who were shovelling the sidewalks.
I retreat back to my room with the burnt food, and eat the top off each dumpling. Good eats. I know what you’re thinking, how is he going to survive in London? where there’s a will, there’s a way. Once the cooking starts, forbidden to leave the kitchen.
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Wow you live dangerously!
Jeepers … You cook worse than I do. And believe me that’s saying a lot! I mean a lot! Actually, I’m starting to get better. I made some killer pasta salad the other day it was steller!
perhaps i should teach u how to cook again or u can just eat out while u travel around the world
ps never get a job in a restuarant lol