Gourmet Punk

So while I was walking home from church, having spent an entire afternoon revising freakin SS, my dad was like 'oh my friend passed me this ratatouille recipe and we actually have the ingredients already hinthint' in between sips of jia jia liang teh, and my mum looked at me and, well, you know.




Okay, my presentation is nowhere as nice as Rémy's. I don't really like ratatouille, but I hope the flavour of the tomatoes will start to come out after a night in the refrigerator.

I'm now off to sell my soul to physics! :(