Today was the day of the Great Teflon Curry. We have come to the conclusion that the refrigerator is warming up. This is based on the discovery, by Chris, that a packet of chicken had become rather malodorous. To prevent further decomposition of the rest of the chicken in the fridge, we decided to cook it all and make a big curry. Too big, as it happens, since Mark forgot to keep stirring it and the whole shebang burned to the bottom of the wok. The result was a rather char-grilled Rogan Josh, a sort of Indian barbecue, complete with suspicious black bits that seemed to correspond to the loss of the non-stick coating on the base of the wok. We ate it anyway. Teflon doesn't react with anything, so we just treated it as a novel alternative to dietary fibre.
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