According to my flatmates, me cooking in the kitchen (or generally just being in the kitchen), goes something like this: "shit" -moments later- "SHITITTTTT!" To them, finding out who is in the kitchen is a very simple task. They basically just have to listen to the noises in the kitchen. If there's a lot of shitting, yeap, they found me.
If you hear dangerous noises, that's probably Max.
I remembered that when I added Scallops to my shopping list, Sam, who was doing the Tesco shop, went, "KELILA, YOU ARE A STUDENT, YOU DON'T NEED SCALLOPS !??!?!?!" To which I retorted that it's Chinese New Year ! YOU GOT TO HAVE SCALLOPS ON CNY ! Pretty amusing really. Then when I started to cook the scallops, Everyone said that I was being fancy and posh. (Which is not true, Max is the truly posh kid.)
I wanted to make it last but ... by the end of the 45 mins long lecture, I was down to the last piece and it was gone. I went back with both Kyler and YiLing to Zouch to make some matcha crepe ! IT WAS FUN OMG. And I made so many failed crepes that weren't even round. My first piece was a square crepe. How I accomplish that? I have absolutely no idea at all.
But by the end of the 15 something crepes I made, I had the perfect circle. CRY YES. But of course, beneath that beautiful green, circular crepe .... there lies a few destroyed or simply weirdish shaped ones.
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