A Cooking Cliche
I found this on fanficrants, originally posted by
namasteyoga and got permission to post it here. Discuss! :D
Why is it whenever anyone in any fandom bakes they all end up with that mysterious bit of flour on his/her nose? (Or occasionally the cheek.) Is there some invisible force in 'fic land that pulls all stray flour molecules to the nose?
I've baked for years -- decades in fact -- even worked at a bakery on occasion. Nose? Not so much. Elbows, aprons and shirts? Absolutely. What say we put this cliche in the oven and bake at 400 degrees until dead?
namasteyoga and got permission to post it here. Discuss! :D
Why is it whenever anyone in any fandom bakes they all end up with that mysterious bit of flour on his/her nose? (Or occasionally the cheek.) Is there some invisible force in 'fic land that pulls all stray flour molecules to the nose?
I've baked for years -- decades in fact -- even worked at a bakery on occasion. Nose? Not so much. Elbows, aprons and shirts? Absolutely. What say we put this cliche in the oven and bake at 400 degrees until dead?