Dinner
My usual cooking partner is apparently on spring break this week, so last night she got her roommate Adam to sub. The menu was salade nicoise, cream of broccoli soup, and chocolate cake. Things were going fine until an hour before serving Adam stopped helping me and focused all his energy on making his own side dish of random stir-fried vegetables.
Twenty minutes after dinner was supposed to be done, I had just frosted the cakes and was trying to get Adam to finish labeling the food for various dietary restrictions when suddenly there was a loud crash and a section of the kitchen table was gone. One cake fell straight into the garbage, another fell face-down on the floor and splattered chocolate everywhere.
Written on the inside of the table where it had broken was an inscription: "I broke this with a frozen case of chicken. -- Hunter Blanks 10/14/03"