So old already still liddat
Hi guys
I am back to share with you a meaningful incident that occurred early Sunday morning
I was tapping away on my computer trying to complete an 8 page journal assignment at 3am
Actually no I was on MSN and Tumblr
When I realised that it would be a nice if I could continue doing so with a bowl of steaming hot ramyun topped with egg and cheese in front of me
So I headed to the kitchen
When I got there, I realised that the pot usually used to cook instant mee had been usurped by congee my father was prepping for breakfast
Hence I rifled through the cabinets and found a ceramic pot that looked like a suitable alternative candidate for ramyun-making
The only problem was that the pot had none of the usual rubber insulators on its lid and handle
I mean, why even invent a pot that can be used to cook stuff which can only be eaten off the stove?
What if I had brought the pot camping? Having no recourse to materials from which improvised insulators could be fashioned, I would have had to put my face into the campfire to eat from it
But that is a fundamental question for consideration on a separate occasion
Back in the kitchen, as I watched the water bubbling in the useless pot, I noticed a towel laying innocuously on the kitchen counter
"Ah ha!" I thought to myself. There was no cause for worry!
So when the time came for the seasoning to partake in the wondrous ritual that is ramyun-making, I twisted the towel a couple of times and used the thick part of the towel to lift the lid
With my free hand, I deftly moved to pour the seasoning into the boiling depths of watery hell
It was then that I caught a whiff something burning. A horrible, nasty, plasticky smell
I froze in my tracks and gave the air a good sniff
A glow at the corner of my field of vision caught my eye
The towel was on fire
The towel had caught fire because I had neglected to fold the long trailing part of the towel upwards when lifting the lid
As a result its tail had dipped into the very same fire that I had relied on to cook my ramyun
The towel was burning
The towel was burning and I could not exclaim
The towel was burning and I could not exclaim for my parents were sleeping and my dad would kill me if he knew I was eating a meal at 3am in the morning
That plus the fact that I had burned up a perfectly good towel
So I moved instinctively and used the part of the towel that wasn't on fire to put out the part that was
It worked
Thank goodness it worked
But now the ends of the towel were black
To conceal my tracks I decided to snip the charred bits of the towel off
The new towel was about 70% of its original size, but it would do
I looked at the pot hatefully
With even more hatred than before
Then I continued cooking the rest of my ramyun and successfully accomplished what I had set out to do for the morning :)
All except the damn journal
I hope you enjoyed this story
The end.
I am back to share with you a meaningful incident that occurred early Sunday morning
I was tapping away on my computer trying to complete an 8 page journal assignment at 3am
Actually no I was on MSN and Tumblr
When I realised that it would be a nice if I could continue doing so with a bowl of steaming hot ramyun topped with egg and cheese in front of me
So I headed to the kitchen
When I got there, I realised that the pot usually used to cook instant mee had been usurped by congee my father was prepping for breakfast
Hence I rifled through the cabinets and found a ceramic pot that looked like a suitable alternative candidate for ramyun-making
The only problem was that the pot had none of the usual rubber insulators on its lid and handle
I mean, why even invent a pot that can be used to cook stuff which can only be eaten off the stove?
What if I had brought the pot camping? Having no recourse to materials from which improvised insulators could be fashioned, I would have had to put my face into the campfire to eat from it
But that is a fundamental question for consideration on a separate occasion
Back in the kitchen, as I watched the water bubbling in the useless pot, I noticed a towel laying innocuously on the kitchen counter
"Ah ha!" I thought to myself. There was no cause for worry!
So when the time came for the seasoning to partake in the wondrous ritual that is ramyun-making, I twisted the towel a couple of times and used the thick part of the towel to lift the lid
With my free hand, I deftly moved to pour the seasoning into the boiling depths of watery hell
It was then that I caught a whiff something burning. A horrible, nasty, plasticky smell
I froze in my tracks and gave the air a good sniff
A glow at the corner of my field of vision caught my eye
The towel was on fire
The towel had caught fire because I had neglected to fold the long trailing part of the towel upwards when lifting the lid
As a result its tail had dipped into the very same fire that I had relied on to cook my ramyun
The towel was burning
The towel was burning and I could not exclaim
The towel was burning and I could not exclaim for my parents were sleeping and my dad would kill me if he knew I was eating a meal at 3am in the morning
That plus the fact that I had burned up a perfectly good towel
So I moved instinctively and used the part of the towel that wasn't on fire to put out the part that was
It worked
Thank goodness it worked
But now the ends of the towel were black
To conceal my tracks I decided to snip the charred bits of the towel off
The new towel was about 70% of its original size, but it would do
I looked at the pot hatefully
With even more hatred than before
Then I continued cooking the rest of my ramyun and successfully accomplished what I had set out to do for the morning :)
All except the damn journal
I hope you enjoyed this story
The end.