Zorac's LiveJournal

Well, it seems like my kitchen mojo has well and truly departed. I'd just put some oil on in the frying pan when I got a 'phone call. Ten minutes later, "what's that smell?". Open the kitchen door and WHOOSH! Great clouds of smoke! I manage to turn the ring off, stick the frying pan under the cold tap and open the window before retreating with streaming eyes and a hearty cough. On the second attempt, I managed to break the wooden spatula I was stirring with, and when I went to put water on for the pasta, I managed to turn on the wrong ring and end up with a well-done panhandle.

Methinks I should stick to puddings.

Cats: You have no chance to survive make your Butterbeer
Cats: HA HA HA HA ....
Captain: Take off every 'dick'
Captain: You know what you eating
Captain: Move 'dick'
Captain: For great t00bage