Student Dinners Eaten in Halls of Residence

For some people going to university is the first time in their life that they live on their own. Away from Mummy and Daddy, clean clothes and bedsheets and of course home cooking. Luckily for me I was bought up in the sort of home where everyone helped cook dinner, even when I was really little my job would be to “stir the bolognaise”. For others though cooking was a completely alien experience, which from my experience ended in boiled chicken breasts, microwaved toast, smoke alarms, oh and a few tantrums. Over my three years at university I documented the best and the worst of student dinners cooked by me, my friends and various flatmates. Obviously the nice looking ones were cooked by me. Mmm Slurp.

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3 Responses to Student Dinners Eaten in Halls of Residence

  1. Hulk Rogan on September 15, 2009 at 23:34

    THAT. LASAGNE.

  2. Smack That on September 16, 2009 at 02:30

    with the crisps.

  3. Divatron 53424 on September 21, 2009 at 17:29

    Dinner IN a yorkshire PUD. LARVLY.

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