Now I don’t claim to be any kind of Jamie Oliver or Heston Blumenthal but I’m a pretty okay cook.
Today would beg to differ…
…I kinda almost set the entire flat a little bit on fire…
Fickle buggers them sausages.
There I was, quite happily grilling my bangers in the oven, turning frequently to ensure equal distribution of heat then…
*BAM*
…a bit of the oil jumped up onto the heating element and the oven started sparking, followed by a hella tonne of smoke.
It only lasted a maximum of two seconds while I sprinted Usain Bolt style to the other side of the kitchen, wildly flapping a tea towel in one hand and snatching up tongs in the other.
I’m only slightly worried that the fire alarm didn’t go off…
Bloody good sausage sandwich though I tell you, not burnt in the slightest.
#skills
P.S. Can I have permission to be just a teensy bit proud of that pun? Just a little teeny weeny bit?