Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Writing response to space video


I've had enough!  Packaged mackerel and leek tortilla, again!  Every time I wrestled one of those packets opened, I envisaged Rocket, my cat, getting his jellymeat pouch. No wonder he only sniffs it and walks away without eating a bite. That's exactly what I felt like doing now - but no walking away here. Tearing the top off another sachet, I squeezed the gunk out of the contained silver envelope. Whoever thought this was food, let alone appetizing - needed some serious cooking education. My mind drifts back to the list of cookbooks on my shelf at home. Chelsea Winter, Annabelle Langbein, Jamie Oliver - Oh, God, what I'd do for a good hot meal - bugger, concentrate Helen! 
I reach out and grab the tortilla that is acrobating it's way in slow motion like a distracted clay bird towards the ceiling. I'm so over having to chase my food like some predatory animal. I had a vision of caged chickens, contained in their pen - and being fed their 'portions'. Oh my god! The realization - That’s me! I'm caged with my portions. 
Simile 
Helen

Response writing from space video

Was that really about going to space? Or was that just a commercial for a space cooking show? The woman in the kitchen is trying to show us the latest trend of cooking. Gone are the days of dishwashers, we now have a way to cook mess free! This new trend is a great way to encourage us men to start cooking. For us to be able to cook a nice tortilla without mince spewing and spraying out of the pan sounds good to me. Woman are clever species thinking of something like this now they will get their night off cooking like they have always dreamed of. This is also a great way for us men to stay out of the dog box. 
James