Beware crème brûlée
Given the opportunity it will try to kill you. And I don't mean slowly, by clogging your arteries either.
At dinner tonight it tried to kill me. It was so fantastically delicious I practically inhaled it. But I did not sufficiently break up the layer of caramelized suger--which was like a sheet of glass--before swallowing. Within seconds, a sizable chunk of glass, er, sugar, lodged itself in my throat.
I tried clenching my throat a few times, figuring it wouldn't be too hard to break up. But that just made it worse--it was so painful I almost cried. I quickly got up and made my way to the kitchen, where Céline's dad was fixing coffee. I whispered to him that there was sugar lodged in my throat and that I immediately required hot water to try to dissolve it. Despite the absurdity of the situation he understood and poured me some hot water. I drank about six glasses, which eventually did the trick.
It still hurts a bit, but I'm sure it's fine. Apparently I was very discreet about the whole incident, as Céline did even know this happened until I told her just now, even though it happened right in front of her. So I guess that's just how awesome and stoic I am. Though I think if it had hurt me any worse I should be a Darwin Award nominee at least.
At dinner tonight it tried to kill me. It was so fantastically delicious I practically inhaled it. But I did not sufficiently break up the layer of caramelized suger--which was like a sheet of glass--before swallowing. Within seconds, a sizable chunk of glass, er, sugar, lodged itself in my throat.
I tried clenching my throat a few times, figuring it wouldn't be too hard to break up. But that just made it worse--it was so painful I almost cried. I quickly got up and made my way to the kitchen, where Céline's dad was fixing coffee. I whispered to him that there was sugar lodged in my throat and that I immediately required hot water to try to dissolve it. Despite the absurdity of the situation he understood and poured me some hot water. I drank about six glasses, which eventually did the trick.
It still hurts a bit, but I'm sure it's fine. Apparently I was very discreet about the whole incident, as Céline did even know this happened until I told her just now, even though it happened right in front of her. So I guess that's just how awesome and stoic I am. Though I think if it had hurt me any worse I should be a Darwin Award nominee at least.