The other day, I went to our school cafeteria. I whipped out my lunch card (which I had recently found after having lost it for over three months), bought myself what looked like a delicious chocolate chip muffin and strolled down the hill to my drama class. Everything was going well. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, which is atypical for a winter day in Vancouver. Little did I know that my good day would soon come to a shocking end. For when I bit into my delectable-looking muffin, I was stunned by the realization that the fixtures that I thought were chocolate chips were in fact raisins. The nasty flavour of the beady little offenders flooded my mouth. The shock almost caused me to fall down the stairs, which my friends found somewhat alarming but not entirely out of character.
Raisins: the Antagonists of the Culinary World
Raisins: the Antagonists of the Culinary…
Raisins: the Antagonists of the Culinary World
The other day, I went to our school cafeteria. I whipped out my lunch card (which I had recently found after having lost it for over three months), bought myself what looked like a delicious chocolate chip muffin and strolled down the hill to my drama class. Everything was going well. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, which is atypical for a winter day in Vancouver. Little did I know that my good day would soon come to a shocking end. For when I bit into my delectable-looking muffin, I was stunned by the realization that the fixtures that I thought were chocolate chips were in fact raisins. The nasty flavour of the beady little offenders flooded my mouth. The shock almost caused me to fall down the stairs, which my friends found somewhat alarming but not entirely out of character.