Surveying the devastation he’d wrought upon his kitchen, Thomas wondered if trying to make a meal from scratch had been such a smart idea.
He was sweating like a pig, wondering if he should have waited until after the food was done to get dressed up. No, the soup still wasn’t quite right and he couldn’t just leave it unattended.
Stirring it, he leaned forward to check the aroma. It had an odd smell coming from it, which he determined was his tie slowly melting away on the burner. This would certainly be a dinner date to remember, he groaned.
This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 23: Cooking