I was on a walking holiday and had booked an Airbnb for NYE. So purchased the ingredients for a pork stroganoff and a nice bottle of Rioja to go with it. When I got to the place, turned out it was a very nice flat that had been converted to three separate rooms and a communal kitchen.
There was another rucksack in the hallway so I knew there would be another guest who hadn’t yet arrived. Undaunted I just got on with the preparation chopping up everything. Halfway through a young Australian female hiker appeared. Me, an old bloke, was standing in the kitchen holding a carving knife. She said hello, picked up the bag, and locked herself in her room for the night.
Seems it was more Friday 13th than New Year’s Eve. Stroganoff was good though.