A couple pf nights ago, I made dinner…at 11:00 pm.
The Womb-fruit was nicely sated from the fast food that he had procured earlier that day and I had obviously been left alone to wither away and die now that his stomach was digesting the remains of his high fructose corn syrup, yeast, soybean oil, wheat gluten, leavening, mono and diglycerides, monocalcium phosphate, and calcium propionate meal.(Damn McDonald’s, you really need to work on making your products more appealing)
Why the late night cooking? That would be because not only did I get side lined by a bout of extreme nausea, but that said nausea also decided to perform a couple of drop kicks to the stomach, and a body slam, before nicely rounding the whole thing of with a headlock. By 11:00 pm, the nausea had worn off and my stomach was bitching that it felt as though it had been on a forced hunger strike.
Do you know what it’s like to cook spaghetti bolognese late at night…in the dark? That’s right, In the dark, because the kitchen light seems to be going through an identity crisis and now thinks that it’s some kind of strobe lighting from the 70’s. I couldn’t see a thing, but I’m pretty sure that I smelled something burning and I’m also pretty sure that the thing burning was me. I’ll soon find out when the numbness from fatigue wear off. Anyway, I’m now counting cooking in the dark as a new found skill. So now I’m finished, here’s a picture of my culinary efforts…
And here’s another view from the side.
And now for an ariel view.
I think you’ll all agree that it looks very tasty.