I Enjoy Food and Cooking

I’ve just remembered a funny happening of Christmas’s eve. My sister and I were home cooking dinner for the upcoming day, and let me tell you, my sister is a foul cook. But she insisted on helping. So I let her do it. I left her in charge of the rice and chicken while I managed the bigger dishes. She had placed the chicken to cook and had left for a while, but as soon as she comes back, the chicken was a little bit over cooked. Nothing to worry about, it was still edible. So I wasn’t really worried or upset about the entire situation. But my sister; well she’s a little bit hot headed, she immediately stressed, and literally through the bloody spoon she was using across the room, the thing only missed my head by a bit, I might have had a concussion that night. Next year, so help me. I’m cooking on my own. I’m not risking the chicken or most importantly my head ever again.