The worst pies in London
".. That actually looks difficult..", Clint mumbled, more to himself, getting the ingredients out of the bag, looking into the book again, the receipt telling him just what to do.
He started cooking, cutting the meat while the oil was heating in the pan, putting salt and pepper on it before he got the meat into the pan, cooking some potatoes with that, too.
He tried to follow the receipt the best he could, but soon he figured out that the sauce was everything, but easy. He stirred and cut more vegetables, trying to figure out if that was right, but soon, he lost track.
Clint wasn't bad at cooking, he was really good actually, but then again, this receipt just cracked him. Filling in the red wine, he set the bottle aside, sighing, cooking the sauce with so much effort and concentration, that he totally forgot about the meat.Soon, smoke filled the kitchen and Clint's nose, but it was already too late when he tried to save it. All that was left of the meat was just black. Not really meant for eating.
So Clint's dinner was more overcooked potatoes with a sauce that tasted horrible, but at least he had nearly the whole bottle of red wine left.
