Eggs, death and chips

 

This morning, my landlord’s brain-dead girlfriend decided to warm up the house with the strong aroma of fried eggs and chips (fries). Now I don’t find the smell of fry-ups objectionable at all, but this woman has a habit of leaving the gas on and disappearing off somewhere. No surprises, if one day she burns the kitchen down. Slow clap, Buk Lau, slow clap!! :/ 🍳 🔥 🏥

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Biryani – my landlord loves it

 

For dinner I had some leftover Quorn biryani my Mum made. My soon to be ex-landlord, who is hogging the shared kitchen as always, spots me with the container of our family national dish, and confides in me that biryani is his favourite. He puts prunes in his one. Go figure.

Credit: Abrar Qureshi Blog

A chubby girl’s pixellated dream

 

When she’s at her office desk, all she dreams of is owning her own bakery, with unlimited treats.

Credits: Vijay Shah and Blingee