It was a frosty night in England, my mum (who was an amazing cook) had just made some sausage and chips. It sent a brilliant lingering smell throughout the dull, jet-black room.
“Finally!” I shouted, my mouth started to water continuously.
My mum, taking all the caution in the world, sluggishly walked over to the insecure table and placed it down. The smell started to float up even more, so it rushed through my nostrils. I snatched the beautiful vinegar out of my brother’s hands and took a bite like a lion, but the vinegar was too sharp.