This is a special report coming from the Bad Home Cook’s very own daughter, who is slightly better in the kitchen than her mother.
My mother was attempting to recreate Potato-Leek soup for my Grandma. She couldn’t find the top for the blender, so my smarter-than-the-average-bear mom grabbed a plate and set it atop the blender instead.
It must have failed (gee, imagine that), and my mom’s ipod speaker was hit by flying blobs of spoiled soup. So it’s broken now. And since she can’t cook without dancing, she’ll have to buy another. Probably tomorrow. Sigh.
So no more shaking-her-butt-wildly dances and singing-that-sounds-more-like-screeching while whipping up some dinner that doesn’t look quite edible. What a shame.
Yeah, I’m a teenager. Why do you ask?
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So you’re saying I can’t sing…?
Hope you really like Joe’s O’s, punky…
You two should make a TV program(me) (sorry, I’m British) together and call it something like, erm, oh I know: ‘Absolutely Fabulous.’
What! It’s already been done? Well, a sequel then.
And, yes, I’m the M-I-L