Then again maybe not…
Midnight. I get hungry and decide to whip up a concoction: a can of tuna flakes, a spoonful of sesame oil, a generous serving of pepper, some onions, and mayonnaise. Mix them together. Toast a bread or two. Et voilà! Midnight snack right in front you! Made painlessly! Best paired with chocolate drink or strawberry yogurt milk. No? Am I the only one who pairs tuna sandwiches with those?
Anything remotely related to cooking has never been my strongest suit. And let’s get it straight: I don’t even like cooking. I roll my eyes, maybe even shudder, at just the thought of it. Clearly, I can never romanticize a domestic life when put that way. And in case you were wondering: The tuna spread tasted… interesting. 😅 I think it was the sesame oil I decided to add just because. Don’t ask. Sometimes, even I question my own life decisions.
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