My family switched from gas cooking to the newer electrical models recently. It's been an interesting transition to say the least. Family meals are certainly different now.
It's something new, a reason to be excited for dinner.
I love the mystery of it, how nothing seems to be happening until the meat begins to blacken and curl, crinkle under the heat and the shock, steam rushing out as the fat spits and dribbles from out under the skin.
I love how quick it is, one moment raw flesh sat waiting to be cooked, the next a fully prepared meal filling the air with delicious sweet and salty aromas.
I love how when it cooks, the blood trickles out smoothly, not in thick clumps like with gas fires.
But there are some things you just can't replace, some things a fire is just better at.
You can't replace the beauty of the flame trickling up their bodies, crawling across their skin, watching as it blisters into beautiful golden crackling.
You can't replace the smoky smell of a gas fire, the way it fills the room with a thick fog of flavour.
Ma said I'm for dinner tonight. I'm excited, so excited I can barely stop crying. I can already imagine me, crackling and cooking like all my brothers and sisters.
I can already see the sparks running through my body.
I love the new electric cooker.
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Short horror stories
Hororguys just to let you know, a lot of these are not mine so don't criticize me for it I'm not into the writing spirit which is why my last two ended hopefully this one will go for a lot longer thx P.S. CUSTOM COVERS MIGHT BE ACCEPTED
