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Food fail of the week

When preparing to leave for university you spend lots of time imagining what life will be like. Purchasing everything you think you will need, from cutlery to bedding. However, it isn't until you reach your new home, be it halls of residence or private accommodation, that you realize how woefully unprepared you are. You end up dying to go home, begging your surprised mother for home cooked vegetables and calculating how long you can avoid going back to the adult world.

Everyone has a breakdown at some point when attending university, for some it’s in the first weeks. For some it doesn’t happen until the second or even the third year. I was convinced this moment wasn’t going to happen. The first few months passed by without incident, I was floating along in a nice little bubble of security. Then the moment hit me.

It had been a long week, the weather was once again dismal and I hadn't ventured to the shops. I looked upon the almost bare fridge and spotted the eggs that mum had insisted I would need. I hadn't used them yet and had been dead set on proving her wrong. But it would appear that they were my only hope for dinner today. I believed that I knew how to cook scrambled eggs. It's a simple dish with little to no prep and in theory very easy to cook.

I was wrong. Twenty minutes later with egg/milk soup spilling over the side of the pan and sizzling away on the hob (That was now smoking and black) I called my sister for aid. She's almost eleven years older than me and I had hoped she would assist me in what was shaping up to be a rather stressful situation. After laughing for five minutes she finally began to soothe my hysteria. I was instructed to turn off the hob and wait for it to cool before cleaning it. I did as I was told and discarded the mess of eggs, leaving the pan by the sink. I could deal with it later. After assessing the situation I decided to walk down to Tesco express to buy bread and ham, I returned home ten minutes later and enjoyed a slightly burnt cheese and ham toastie.

The day it seemed was not yet done with me as roughly an hour later I had a phone call from my other sister. She had heard of my mistake and was checking in to laugh at my expense. My delightful sister had deemed it necessary to share my epic food fail with the world in the form of a Facebook post. Isn't social media wonderful.

Attempt two was conducted under strict supervision and was a success!



If anyone has any tips or recipes of simpler things that can be made with an egg I’d love to hear them! Or better yet if anyone wants to suggest some good recipe books I could use the help.


Comments

  1. Sounds about right for my best bud!!!! I'll teach you to cook for next year!!

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  2. Only you would be able to make such a hash of it, well done 😂 absolutely brillaint

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  3. Hahaha why did you add milk to it?? I just don't and there's no sloppy mess Hahahaha

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