When I was a little girl
My grandmother taugh me well
She told me to throw in the whole egg
And forget about the shell.
I realized it wasn't good,
Because cookies aren't supposed to blow up
And when you make home-made pudding
It isn't supposed to deteriorate the cup!
All the food tasted fine!
But no one would eat it
So grandma and I would throw it in the back of the fridge
And for a few months forget about it and let it sit.
Maybe this wasn't the best idea
Because now I have pink hair
And when grandma spilled some old soup
It set fire to a chair!
We entered a contest once
And had to make chicken, deep-fried
We didn't exactly know what went wrong
When the judges ate it and got sick and died.
So my rule is;
Taste-test and if you don't die
It must be a good dish
For other people to try!
Author notes
Ahaha! I had fun writing this! Cooking is one of my fortés, so I'm excited that you made a contest about it! Thank you!
Take is as you will?
Comments
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Great humour here

I like the layout and the theory expressed.
Remind me to always view Granny's dinner invitations with suspicion
Thanks for entering. -
this is totally hysterical.good luck!!!



