Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Warning: The picture you are looking at is not World War 3.
This is what happens when:
1. Vera is hungry.
2. Mommy is asleep.
3. Vera tries to heat something up. By herself.
I mean. It's totally not my fault.
When I am hungry, I will look for food!
When I find food, I heat it up to kill all the germs in it!
So uh, I have absolutely no idea why the curry puff exploded when I left it in the oven.
I had barely returned to the computer for about maybe five seconds when I heard this shocking BOOM from the oven that scared me half out of my wits. Panicking, I ran back to see who or what died in that catastrophe. Because curry puff is soft and flaky, the entire oven looked like it had rained crumbs.
-.-
I spent several minutes on the ground dying in laughter. Then I remembered that if my mother woke up and saw this world war 3 in her oven she'll probably disown me and send me packing to Deborah's house for some training in cooking. Actually no, she'll make me wash dishes for the next few decades or so.
Oh the absolute horror!!! So I spent a good fifteen minutes cleaning it. I hope my mom doesn't notice tomorrow morning. *crosses fingers*
You will all agree with me right. It's totally not my fault. FOrget about chemical warfare or atomic weapons, hello CURRY PUFF BOMB.
This has absolutely never happened before in my entire cooking career! Well, there was an insignificant case of my instant noodles exploding before... but that was because I was young and naive and I left the cover on. ( I don't even think my mom knows about this. )
Oh, and maybe there was this one time I put a metal container into the oven. I mean like, being an arts student and all, I don't know what harmful radiation is involved, and how much it would spoil the oven. But I got an extremely thorough dressing-down when my mom found out. She couldn't believe I was her daughter for a while there I think. And uh, I don't know whether that episode had anything to do with the new oven that came in a few weeks later.
Sorry, I need to make a correction to the above. My non-existent cooking career.
I wonder how long it'll take for my mom to ban me from the kitchen?