Mixing It Up
My cousin had recently moved out of her parents house and invited the entire family over so she could cook for them and show off her new place. During the tour of the kitchen she was very proud of her brand new magimix food processery thingy which she said she'd used for the first time to make the dessert and it was the best thing she'd ever bought. Fast forward to said dessert; starter and main course had been great and much alcohol had been imbibed. With a 'tadaaaaah' she brings out a drool-inducing looking chocolate cake and cuts me a massive slice. I'm happily chowing down, talking with my mouth full when I notice my cousin take a bite with an odd crunching noise. Her face drops at exactly the same time as my Dad starts coughing.

After a few seconds we realise something is wrong as he's stood up, choking and trying to gasp for air. My uncle rushes round and gives him a couple of good heimlichs whereupon he spits out a large chunk of plastic. A very similar chunk to the one my cousin has just extracted from her mouth. As my Dad regains his breath and everyone tries to calm down my cousin bursts into tears. Between sobs she shares the realisation that her brand spanking new food mixer had plastic covers over the blades for safety which she'd forgot to remove. Rather than just making it shite at blending, as you'd presume, it was so powerful it blended them into the cake too. Yummy!

Everyone politely pushes their plates away and claims to be full anyway. At the sound of fork on crockery, everyone turns round at looks at me and my half finished slice of cake. In my drunken state I just shrug and eat another forkful before someone takes it off me. It tasted okay but it was a bugger coming out I can tell you.
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Thu 17 May 2007, 11:48, Reply)