I forgot - I can't cook
4/9/03 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minervasoloI forgot how much i talk to myself as well.
I wanted a sausage sandwhich. Don't know why, but I did. On failing to find sausages and a loaf of bread, I settled for a bacon roll. Put too much olive oil in hte pan, dropped the bacon in, had a nervy moment when the whole thing nearly caught fire. Started cut the bread, cut a gash in my finger with the bread knife. Wrapped tissue round it, stuck the roll under the grill and tflipped the bacon, and found a plaster. Whilst putting on plsater, bread caught fire. Didn't notice for almost a minute. Blew it out, resuced the bacon from the same fate and found another plaster because the blood had almost soaked through the original.
Results:
-half a roll, on which was poured several tablespoons worth of olive oil and three shrivelled bits of bacon
-Half a bottle of body freshner used trying to stop the house smelling like burnt bread.
-Black dust everywhere from trying to scrape the burnt bits off
-Sore finger.
And throughout the whole thing, i was nattering away to myself. Why can I not perform a simple task without having to talk myself through it if I'm on my own? And why do i keep referring to myself as 'we'?
The worst part is, I wasn't even hungry.
I wanted a sausage sandwhich. Don't know why, but I did. On failing to find sausages and a loaf of bread, I settled for a bacon roll. Put too much olive oil in hte pan, dropped the bacon in, had a nervy moment when the whole thing nearly caught fire. Started cut the bread, cut a gash in my finger with the bread knife. Wrapped tissue round it, stuck the roll under the grill and tflipped the bacon, and found a plaster. Whilst putting on plsater, bread caught fire. Didn't notice for almost a minute. Blew it out, resuced the bacon from the same fate and found another plaster because the blood had almost soaked through the original.
Results:
-half a roll, on which was poured several tablespoons worth of olive oil and three shrivelled bits of bacon
-Half a bottle of body freshner used trying to stop the house smelling like burnt bread.
-Black dust everywhere from trying to scrape the burnt bits off
-Sore finger.
And throughout the whole thing, i was nattering away to myself. Why can I not perform a simple task without having to talk myself through it if I'm on my own? And why do i keep referring to myself as 'we'?
The worst part is, I wasn't even hungry.
