Burning the Midnight Oil
Ok, more accurately, its igniting post-twilight liquid lipid.
Literally.
Earlier (yesterday), a scrumptuous dinner awaited us. It was masterfully cooked by XKK, and consisted of bubbly cheese fondue, a whole roast chicken and a generous bowl brimming with crab pasta.
However, i had my share of cheesy oil for lunch (grandma's delectable baked rice, en masse), and decided that i could not tolerate the inch-thick layer of oil floating listlessly above the chicken.
Nick and I hence began siphoning it off into a small sauce cup. This was not enough. The oil filled a standard soup bowl to the 3/4 mark.
*cue acne-riddled expression*
With a vat of flammable oil in one hand, and a lighter in the other, we commenced our pyromania. Very much like Saddam Hussein.
Initially, we wanted to set the dead-leaf-packed drain alight. Unfortunately for us (but fortunately for the Ministry of the Environment), it had just poured and this option was effectively rained out.
There weren't even any insects nor worthy inanimate objects to immolate! Suddenly, we stumbled upon the idea of freezing the oil with one of Whitey's chew toy string strands as the wick.
After half an hour of Invader Zim, our chicken fat candle was ready for its maiden flamin'. We lit, and SUCCESS! It performed its extremely mediocre and mundane task of being a candle. Ho hum, how interesting. *yawns*
It WAS amusing in this the Hungry Ghost Festival. A candle burning within a bowl in the dead of night.
And it smelt like satay. Ibet the ghosts are all flocking here now, it being both symbolic and a food offering in one!
Hmm. These should really be marketed in the future. Meat-scented candles for the terminally obese, where they munch on tasteless vegetables while breathing in the fowl odors for flavour.
OoOoOo
Trying to study physics to... Pick Up the Phone - Ciara
Literally.
Earlier (yesterday), a scrumptuous dinner awaited us. It was masterfully cooked by XKK, and consisted of bubbly cheese fondue, a whole roast chicken and a generous bowl brimming with crab pasta.
However, i had my share of cheesy oil for lunch (grandma's delectable baked rice, en masse), and decided that i could not tolerate the inch-thick layer of oil floating listlessly above the chicken.
Nick and I hence began siphoning it off into a small sauce cup. This was not enough. The oil filled a standard soup bowl to the 3/4 mark.
*cue acne-riddled expression*
With a vat of flammable oil in one hand, and a lighter in the other, we commenced our pyromania. Very much like Saddam Hussein.
Initially, we wanted to set the dead-leaf-packed drain alight. Unfortunately for us (but fortunately for the Ministry of the Environment), it had just poured and this option was effectively rained out.
There weren't even any insects nor worthy inanimate objects to immolate! Suddenly, we stumbled upon the idea of freezing the oil with one of Whitey's chew toy string strands as the wick.
After half an hour of Invader Zim, our chicken fat candle was ready for its maiden flamin'. We lit, and SUCCESS! It performed its extremely mediocre and mundane task of being a candle. Ho hum, how interesting. *yawns*
It WAS amusing in this the Hungry Ghost Festival. A candle burning within a bowl in the dead of night.
And it smelt like satay. Ibet the ghosts are all flocking here now, it being both symbolic and a food offering in one!
Hmm. These should really be marketed in the future. Meat-scented candles for the terminally obese, where they munch on tasteless vegetables while breathing in the fowl odors for flavour.
OoOoOo
Trying to study physics to... Pick Up the Phone - Ciara
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