I take a picture of the ingredients, the light’s fading but I get a decent shot. Tell Twitter what I’m planning on having, and reply to the commenters. Block a man that instantly DM’s me a picture of something he thinks I might prefer.
I keep taking pics throughout the making process. For the blog. Draft out a post as a smell of burning fills the kitchen. I manage to save enough scraped off the pan bottom, to get a picture for Instagram. Heavily filtered it looks almost edible. And as my stomach rumbles, I phone for a takeaway curry.