Tastes like chicken

I've never pretended to be a culinary genius, or indeed at all proficient in the kitchen. I like ready meals, and quite often I don't manage to cook those properly either. However, today I accidentally inhaled chicken flavoured powder from one of those sachets you put in supernoodles when I opened it with overmuch elan, a little bit too close to my nose. I didn't think I was quite that incompetent. Fortunately, it was the 15p knock-off instead of the 8p one, so it was slightly less gritty a mishap than might otherwise have been. Equally happily, the brand is still too cheap to have little dried flakes of fake vegetables, so there aren't dramatically rehydrated peas in my nostril. I am quite proud of the fact that, even in this terribly confusing moment, with the surprise of the pain and the humiliation of ineptitude creeping over me, I managed to turn my head away from the pan of noodles before I sneezed it out. Oh yeah. No naturally occurring substances in my lunch. The noodles tasted rather nice. Perhaps they felt more chickeny because of the chemicals welded to my cilia.

Also: this is my 1000th entry.