It was a time I decided to impress everyone at home that night, so I stepped into the kitchen about to fry some chicken with veggies. Everything was chopped nicely, heated, everything was tossed, everything smelled amazing. Then, all of a sudden, my sister decided to walk in.
The peers arrived to walk, and there was this saying that, wait, is that right? Were you able to put that sugar, that lot of salt, to make the sauce sweet? Was it the right thing to do?
Yeah. And just one mistake I did, I grabbed the long jar containing the granulated sugar.
So what was the whole point here? It tasted weird, more like how it should have tasted if I had used salt. So that night, we just ordered pizza instead of laughing. Yeah. We just cried, and we felt bitter. All my plans of impressing were off, so I was officially banned from freestyling.
What was the moral of the story? Labor your jars properly so that you don't mistake salt for sugar, or maybe milo for pepper.
