Of course, Priscilla would be the one to win the Skimmer’s Digestive competition. What did she win? A top quality kitchen renovation of her dreams. Priscilla, who never cooks and knows the number every single takeout place in Melbourne by heart. Priscilla, who probably can’t even make an omelette without asking her phone for the recipe.
Although to be fair, I’m not sure why an omelette is always the benchmark for that kind of thing. Some people just never grew up making omelettes, because their parents didn’t and they didn’t teach them. So what would be the food that EVERYONE knows how to make?
Maybe…toast. Let’s say toast. But never mind; Priscilla’s kitchen is soon going to be a paragon of kitchen interior design. She’s invited me to the design gallery to help her pick things, which from anyone else might come across as rubbing it in my face. After all, we both wrote an essay on why double-sinks are the greatest invention since the polio vaccine, and hers was the one that was picked despite her not really caring about the prize. Priscilla really does like to write essays…
Anyway, we’re going to the gallery, and Priscilla being totally oblivious in all this will help me not to seethe with jealousy as she picks out the kitchen of her dreams, that doesn’t exist. Although…maybe I can work this to my advantage. If i can’t have MY dream kitchen design, then maybe I can push Priscilla into having it. She doesn’t know what she wants, whereas I’ve been researching really good companies in Melbourne. Kitchen renovations are all the rage since every second reality television program is now about flipping homes. I know how the internet works. I’ll basically be designing it for myself, and then I can think of all kinds of excuses to come over and vicariously live my dream. Again, I need to mention the takeaway. If I don’t use this kitchen, no one will.
-Myra