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A few weeks ago I was paying a visit to a friend of mine. While she sat on the sofa and surfed the internet on her laptop, I was baking a batch of brownies (which were, if I do say so myself, quite tasty). Once I'd finished I popped them into the oven and decided to sit down since I'd been working on them and tidying the kitchen for quite a while.
When I sat down, my friend stood up and went over to the messy mixing bowl.
"You could have used a lot more of this mixture, there's loads left!" she said.
"Oh," I said, "Well, I thought I'd got as much out as I could."
"Nah, there's quite a bit here. But don't worry, I know what we can do."
She then grabbed a clean mug and scooped as much of the left over mixture into it as possible.
"We better not just eat it since it has raw egg in it, so I'll microwave it quickly and then we'll have a nice mini brownie."
"Sounds a good plan to me!" I said, I remembered having seen a YouTube video of somebody doing something similar years before.
She put it in and the pair of us watched a video that was on Google that day. The video finished around the same time as the microwave, so she went over and took out the mug.
"What do you think?" she asked, holding the mug up to me so I could see the results.
"Looks pretty tasty to me."
"Really?" she said. "I'm not sure. I'll put it in for just a little longer."
She put it into the microwave then went back to her laptop to go on Facebook. I, meanwhile, was enjoying a delicious drink of water. After a short while, however, I noticed that things were not quite going to plan.
"There seems to be smoke coming from the microwave," I said to her.
She swore and ran over to the microwave, then apologised to me for swearing.
"No need to apologise," I said, "there is nothing wrong with swearing." I still won't put it on my blog though.
We opened the microwave door just an inch, and loads of smoke poured into the room, I couldn't help but cough.
"Don't breathe it in!" she said, which was quite hard, considering the smoke was everywhere.
I opened the back door to clear the air a bit.
I decided to use my Trusty Water Bottle to open to door of the microwave a bit more since I didn't want to burn my hand, but she slapped it away and got a pair of oven mitts. She reached in, grabbed the mug and rushed it outside, where she placed it on the floor. It was at this point that we saw that the brownie was actually on fire. She blew out the fire, then went to get a knife to prod it with. It was all ashen and crispy.
"I wonder how it tastes?" she said, as she put some of the charred brownie into her mouth. "Pretty good."
We then headed back inside, where it was still very smoky (no fire alarm had gone off though, oh dear) and we both sat down on the sofa.
"I love these quirky adventures I have with you," she said, like this or this, I suppose.
EDIT: I spoke with my friend about this entry recently, and she told me I had misrepresented her. She said that it was MY idea to put the brownie in for a little longer, whereas I distinctly remember it being HER idea. Obviously we each remember it differently, and there's no reason to assume that either of us have a better memory, so, I'm putting this at the bottom so that you can hear both sides of the story.
A few weeks ago, my friend Naomi Brennan bought me a cow shaped cookie (actually, it was a gingerbread cow, rather than a cookie, but let's just use the American definition for this one entry) and I liked it so much that I decided to name him Cooklin and use him in a comic strip! I hope it's clear what's happening in panel 6: Cooklin starts talking, and then Colin takes a bite out of him. I'm actually quite proud of this strip; I consider it one of the funnier ones, I think it turned out quite similar to something which would happen in an Annoying Orange video. Though on the downside, this is another strip which was just photographed against a blank wall, this is something I haven't done in a while because I think they look a lot better when photographed at an actual place, but unfortunately it was late at night at the time and I didn't have time to find a location because, well, I wanted to eat Cooklin.
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As you may or may not know, there is a popular rhyme explaining the problem with baked beans, it goes like this: beans, beans, they’re good for your heart, the more you eat the more you... well. I'm sure you can figure out how it ends (if not, here's a clue: it rhymes with heart and is a word linked to a certain noisy bodily process). But that's not the main problem in my opinion, let me draw a diagram of a dinner for you:
That's pretty easy to follow right? Food 1 is the food which is rated most highly and so the one which is eaten last, whereas Food 3 is the one which is the worst (probably something mediocre) and so you'd eat your dinner in reverse numerical order, 3, 2, 1. This means that you get to enjoy the meal because it gets better as it goes along. Now, let me show you a diagram showing a dinner which includes baked beans:
In this hypothetical meal, the beans are Food 3 (and so the least appealing of them) but the problem still exists even if they were given the honour of being Food 1. As you can see, Foods 1 & 2 are inside Food 3, this is due to the liquid nature of Food 3. This completely destroys the dinner-eating method described in the previous paragraph; you can't start by eating your least favourite food, because it's all over the other two foods, tainting their flavour throughout the meal. On the other hand, if it was your favourite, you have to be eating it throughout, rather than building up towards it.
However, while those pesky beans can be a problem, here's my solution:
With a second plate, you can eat normally without any contamination! Surely this is the logical thing to do? But my family seem to think I'm crazy. I can't be the only one who does this!
Today's post will just be a very short one, it's late and I'm feeling a little lazy. Anywho, the other day, I made quite a discovery about chocolate. For lunch, I decided to go a little wild and buy myself a 'Fiery Cheese' wrap. It tasted quite nice, but the bottom of it was wet for some reason and I really hate wet food. But the wrap wasn't all I bought; whenever I eat something savoury, I always have to eat something sweet afterwards in order to give myself some closure for the meal. Anyway, after eating this spicy snack, I had myself a bag of chocolate buttons (large ones, that is). It turns out, that chocolate tastes nicer if you've eaten some spicy food right before it; and by nicer, I mean a LOT nicer. It is lovely. You should try it.
_ These, in my opinion, are one of the best gifts that you can be given on Christmas day. I can't really explain why I like these so much as a Christmas gift, but I'm going to try and use this blog entry to explain.
First, there's the taste of Quality Street chocolates. I'm sure you may say "Hmm, well what's so special about a Quality Street tin? It's just a cheap gift people will get you when they don't know what you actually like, it's not even fancy chocolate like Thornton’s!" and while it may be true that people will buy you a Quality Street tin if they don't really know what you want, if people know what I want, I'll definitely be getting at least one Quality Street tin. They may not be the fanciest chocolate in the world, but somehow, the taste of fresh Quality Street sweets is something which is utterly delicious and, in my mind, inexplicably linked to Christmas.
Now imagine this little scene: Christmas is now over, it's early afternoon Boxing Day, you don't have people opening gifts you've bought them to look forward to, you already know that they loved what you bought them. You're probably feeling a little sad that you have to wait another three hundred and sixty-four days until another Christmas rolls along, so you decide to try out the DVDs/books/CDs/video games that've been bought for you and end up realising that Christmas doesn't end at midnight on the twenty-fifth of December. Depending on the length of your holidays, you've probably got a whole week off in which to relax and indulge in your gift. So while you're watching/reading/listening to/playing with your new possessions, you decide also to open your Quality Street tin, taking one of them and eating it every so often... Pure Ecstasy!
I think this, perhaps, is why I like them so much, they always remind me of the total leisurely feeling of Christmas time, one that you don't quite get at birthdays.
My original plan for today's entry was to write about more of the things that happened when I was out in the clubs at Bath, but then I realised that the people involved in what I was going to write might be too embarrassed to have those things written in my blog. So my next blog entry about the clubs is postponed until I can ask people's permission. Instead, today I'm going to write about why it is that water, above every other drink, is my favourite. A lot of people seem to find it very strange that water is my favourite, but really there are many reasons that it is better than other drinks.
Firstly, the taste of water: With something gross like Non-Diet Coke it always tastes exactly like an unhealthy sickly sweet drink. But water is different, water seems to change depending on what you have recently eaten: if you're hungry it fills you up like a delicious snack, if you've just eaten chocolate, the water will taste slightly sweet, if you've had something very salty it'll cool your mouth in a nice antidote kind of way. For all situations, water tastes the nicest.
Secondly, it's lack of calories: Unlike any other drink, no matter how much water you drink you won't get fat. I personally like to drink about four 500ml bottles of water a day at least, if I were to do this with Non-Diet Coke I would be getting about 800 extra calories a day and surely would end up fat.
Thirdly, it's always suitable: No matter what situation you're in, nobody minds if you have a bottle of water with you. You can't talk to a group of people while sipping on a can of coke, or walk through the shops with a bottle of Sprite. No matter where you are, nobody questions you having a bottle of water with you.
So I hope, I have rationally argued the reasons why water is my favourite drink. Lots of people find it strange, but this blog entry makes it pretty clear.
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