I remember in my last year at unia friend had bought a little microwave for his room, and we plotted what we would cook in it.
I went out to the bookshop and memorised the recipe for microwave fudge, then bought the ingredients and we set to. He only had a little dish, and it did boil over quite a lot.
The fudge, we were told, was quite nice.
The mess left behind took hours to shift as it was too hot to handle while it was runny and when it cooled it was very tenacious.
We didn't eat much of it in the end. We were somewhat put off by the way it looked like an elephant had come copiously in the microwave.
(I went out to the bookshop and memorised the recipe for microwave fudge, then bought the ingredients and we set to. He only had a little dish, and it did boil over quite a lot.
The fudge, we were told, was quite nice.
The mess left behind took hours to shift as it was too hot to handle while it was runny and when it cooled it was very tenacious.
We didn't eat much of it in the end. We were somewhat put off by the way it looked like an elephant had come copiously in the microwave.
weevilstepmother,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 17:50,
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I did something similar when I was 13 (edited as memory returns)Made fudge. It all went OK until I asked my mum what I should tip the mixture into. She was too busy trying to impress some bloke from the Local History Society (hang your head in shame, mother) and when I said "cookie sheet? Is that like a biscuit tin?", she said "yes".
I spent the next week clawing it out. The poor dear's 70 now and still dissolves into hysterics at the slightest mention, the heartless cow.
(I spent the next week clawing it out. The poor dear's 70 now and still dissolves into hysterics at the slightest mention, the heartless cow.
sp3ccylad carries on breathing all the way up to, say,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 18:27,
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