Fire in the Hole!

I was cooking my self-proclaimed legendary Humba with added hard-boiled eggs. While the concoction was simmering, I went to my room and played Restaurant City. Big mistake. Time passed and while I was feeding my restaurant workers, my flat mate who was hanging his clothes frantically knocked on my door. He said he heard a popping sound from the kitchen. I rushed out to see and when I reached out to turn off the stove, the eggs... exploded, BOOM!!! Bits and pieces of eggs and burnt sugar were splattered on the kitchen walls, the overhead cupboards, the kitchen sink, the covered plate rack, and the refrigerator. Not to mention my white Singtel t-shirt. Thankfully, the meat remained intact and were still edible. We ate Humba that night without its sweet thick sauce because it turned into an added layer to our teflon-covered frying pan. My beloved told me that I'll be spending the rest of the night cleaning the kitchen. Of course, cleaning was easy because she was there to help me. That's why she's my beloved. We're always there to help each other straighten things out after one of us screws up.

Moral of the story: When managing a restaurant, don't try to be a cook at the same time.