Blasphemy. It was blasphemy, I say. That was an insult to sweets!
Putting a raw Bitter gourd in a mixture of wheatflour, eggs and honey and burning it on a blue flame does not make it a legit and proper confection. That was the recipe he told me when he asked for my suggestion before proceeding to create it.
It was only about forty minutes ago that I had gained an Uncle and I already wanted to renounce any relation to him.
The said uncle was in the kitchen- or what was supposed to be the kitchen but is not anymore- covered in all sorts of things. There was flour spilled all around and sugar syrup stuck to his hair and a little chick on the counter.
The story went like this:
•Silver blond haired guy decided to make something special to celebrate my return.
•Said guy decided to bake a cake. Made a few globs of 'things ' that were supposed to be cookies.
•Guy decided that the sugar for the cake was too little so put in a lot of sugar syrup that was left over.
• Proceeded to crack eggs using both hands and squeezing it from the sides.
•One of the eggs had a live chick in it.
• The 'mature ' adult freaked out and burnt the whole table with a candlestick.
• Chick rolled off during the commotion and decided that the person was its mother and began following him.
• The person in consideration was creeped out and thought it was a ghost from the eggs he cracked and overturned the kitchen.
• Currently facing the wrath of the cook while kneeling with his hands up as punishment.
Tell me, should I be regretting this?
I think I already am. Hey, is it too late to return this defective nut back to the shopkeeper?