Waking up with this wicked headache I canâ€™t seem to function properly in my kitchen. Something told me I shouldnâ€™t have messed with that dead maggot in the tequila. Looking in my kitchen I canâ€™t imagine how it got in such a state; itâ€™s like a 12 legged octopus made breakfast this morning and didnâ€™t even bother to clean up. The bastard.
Well, my kitchen is not in a good state so I decided to write about this issue Iâ€™ve been slaving on for about a week now. It has me ripping at hair I donâ€™t even have. They say writing calms you down and allows you to focus, but it doesnâ€™t seem to work, so what is a cook supposed to do when he canâ€™t find a solution to his problem? Damn you Exchange for not working (*me pointing fist at kitchen*).
Yes, you curse at the problem. A solution will come, somehowâ€¦.I think.