Dinner For One
I was in one of my classic strange moods. Dinner seemed years away and I made my first mistake of that night by deciding to cook dinner for myself. I had quickly decided on pasta, me, being the optimist failed to check if I had all the ingredients that were required for such a dish. Everything was fine until it came to adding cream to the browned meat and vegetables. I check the fridge quickly for any signs of cream but found some cream which was more like an ancient artifact than something edible. The smell knocked my head back like a uppercut from a Ali. "I'm sure it'll be ok" I thought, trying to convince common sense that it was fine. I added the cream and for some unknown reason decided that it was the smell that will make you sick, not that millions of bacteria that called this dairy product home. "Wholegrain mustard" I thought, adding the spicy ingredient into the poison mixture which I would soon call dinner. The smell of cream quickly vanished, consumed by the smell of the mustard. "see? its fine now Jamie" I said as I sat down with the pasta. I began to eat and relised that it tasted great. Everything seemed fine for a few hours until my stomach began to rumble at me, yelling at me for the abuse it was beging to sustain. Needless to say I was horribley Ill that night, vomiting for hours. Well, its still better than pizzahut.

Moral of this story : Mustard dosent make cream fresh.