To mask the smell of burnt meat I open the window.
I’m not so good with cooking, and that’s why I enrolled in the Italian cooking class. This was my first attempt, but it didn’t go very well. I scrape the black pieces of mince in the bin.
I only looked away for a moment, just one second, and it boiled dry. Not quite true. I was on the phone for half an hour, but it only felt like minutes. I bring out my mobile and call for take out.
Pizza sounds good to me.
Writer Ravenclaw 