RHD

[cupcake_goth]

One of the main reasons I don't cook a lot is because whenever I want to use the stove, I have to cajole and bribe the family of imps that live in the stove. Do you have any idea how demanding those little creatures are? And you can't just have one jolly song praising them, oh no; they want choreography, and new routines every two weeks or so. I'm just hoping they don't start requesting multi-media presentations.

I'm starting to suspect that's the real reason stroppy_baggage refuses to cook; singing and dancing for surly little fire imps is not something he wants to get used to.

Comments

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Do yours throw cherry tomatoes at you if they don't like your routine? I hate that.

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

No, they just stare at me, goggle-eyed, and then turn their backs and start making derisive squeaky noises. I think I'd rather deal with tomato-throwing.

[mckitterick.livejournal.com]

See, perhaps you too need to get yourself a domestic goddess to appease the imps and gremlins. Believe it or not, our kitchen has been getting a serious workout over the past three months. And no fires! Not one! (I mean unintentional ones...)

Chris

[phantomoftruth.livejournal.com]

hoocha, hoocha, hoocha. Lobster.

[kijjohnson.livejournal.com]

Last night I had to sing the Troll Solidarity Song to keep the bookcases from falling off the walls. FWIW.

[keridwen.livejournal.com]

Mine got into the cooking sherry yesterday while I was at work.

I spent three hours last night cleaning creamed spinach and chocolate pudding off of the ceiling.

I still can't find the cat.

(And I don't even *buy* creamed spinach...)

[domestinatrix.livejournal.com]

I try to sing to mine about once a week.
Fortunately, i gave a gas stove, so my stove imps quite like traditional songs, rather than demanding i make up new ones each time.

I'm trying to think now if i have any recepies that include a particular song as the secret ingredient... certainly there are a number of dishes including latkes, matza ball soup, and lasagne that won;t turn out well at all without some singing.