A slightly humorous anecdote from our kitchen:
If ever there is a food related odour in the kitchen, that is ever so slightly repulsive, one of my flatmates always blames me. Be it burnt toast,egg - I get the glares. I could understand this notion,were it not for the fact that it is completely unfounded - I don't cook very much.
Anyway, yesterday I was in the kitchen and this particular flatmate came in. One of the others had been cooking with eggs and immediately this flatmate just glared at me. The only thing I could think of that she was likely to believe was to tell her I was allergic to eggs.
Forgetting of course, that I was holding my tea for that night, a packet of egg fried rice.
Monday, 13 October 2008
Fail in the Kitchen
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My Dad is allergic to eggs. Strange. Anyway, just as I get good flatmates I get a crap landlady, what up with that.
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