The other day my housemate decided to buy us Chinese food. So, I thought I’d repay his kindness with this blog entry.
We’re not exactly sure when we ordered Chinese food. I recall it as either Saturday or Sunday but my housemate is certain it was last night.
All that’s left now is a big pile of noodles that were supposed to be chow mein. Khan had the chicken balls and I had the sweet and sour pork.
Preparing that three day old Chinese food for human consumption was a lesson in necromancy.
He popped the noddly mound in the microwave only to repeat the process twice more. Finally, he entered the room, plate of noodles in hand, with a cloud of disappointment.
“Unfortunately this was not as delicious as I had originally hoped.”
*scrape* *scrape* *scrape*
He is now preparing a nice, fresh bowl of cereal.