Henry and I made dinner together last night.
While we were discussing celery, he revealed that he is a communist, which should make tumblr happy.
If you two could do a show forever, I’d watch you all the time.
Pretty sure this is how I cook. Except with me something usually burns/scalds/blows up.
I’m not even kidding. I made a lava flow out of cocoa in the microwave once. And discovered a noxious gas made from sugar and food colouring while trying to make edible glitter.
Another artiste in the art of ‘throw it at the pan, if it doesn’t stick then stop being a pussy and eat it.’
How I didn’t die at Uni I will never know.
….. A thought has crossed my mind….
…How do I survive eating dinner at your house?