Where's The Beef?

I'm very messy. It was such a short journey, from the takeaway container to my plate, some leftover fried rice and honey beef. But I lost control of the spoon and half a dozen glossy chunks of meat went flying through the air and despite diving to catch them, they landed into a laundry basket full of my sisters clothes, still warm from the dryer. Sauce flecked over her socks and bits of beef rolled into undies. MSG is a real bitch to get out.