Psychic communication

There’s something strangely supernatural that happens when I cook. It seems to send out messages to receptive (yet annoying) people, so that, as soon as all the food is ready and I’m sitting down to eat it, they call. And, moreover, the harder I’ve worked on the meal, and the more important that it is that it be eaten hot, the longer they will yap.

*sigh*. Another breakfast ruined.