My son the chef.
Just been working on sorting out some kit in the garage so I can make space for the shed contents so I can demolish it and put up a newer, larger version as a workshop.Son comes in with his new girlfriend and asks 'What is there to eat?'. 'Sorry son, you will have to sort yourself out'. I hear him saying to his girlfriend 'I fancy making something from this.' I had visions of him looking in the fridge and about to cut vegetables, beat eggs and general cookery things.
Thirty seconds later I hear the hum of two microwaves on full power. He has clearly 'made' her something too.
posted by Bag @ 7:04 pm
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