chance
08-08-2005, 12:15
This morning the Housemates were more than a little tardy in rising and it seems their tiredness could have affected their ability to cook.
Lavishing an egg with more oil than a garage forecourt, Kinga set about frying what looked to be a normal breakfast. It was only when she added a pile of dried out day-old spaghetti that Makosi's jaw dropped.
"What are you doing?" Makosi asked with more than a hint of alarm.
"I don't know what the ******* I am doing," replied an oil-spattered Kinga.
After stirring the concoction around a bit and having a sniff, Kinga deemed the breakfast ready and started to dish it up.
"I am interested to see what it tastes of..." said the culinary innovator. "Do you think it'll taste rank?" Kinga asked a still bemused Makosi.
"No," came the pensive reply, but there was no stopping Kinga who got stuck right in.
"It tastes *******ing gorgeous!" exclaimed Kinga with a gob full.
Does it? We're not so sure.
Lavishing an egg with more oil than a garage forecourt, Kinga set about frying what looked to be a normal breakfast. It was only when she added a pile of dried out day-old spaghetti that Makosi's jaw dropped.
"What are you doing?" Makosi asked with more than a hint of alarm.
"I don't know what the ******* I am doing," replied an oil-spattered Kinga.
After stirring the concoction around a bit and having a sniff, Kinga deemed the breakfast ready and started to dish it up.
"I am interested to see what it tastes of..." said the culinary innovator. "Do you think it'll taste rank?" Kinga asked a still bemused Makosi.
"No," came the pensive reply, but there was no stopping Kinga who got stuck right in.
"It tastes *******ing gorgeous!" exclaimed Kinga with a gob full.
Does it? We're not so sure.