But Zsofia, nobody can learn something that their parents didn’t teach them when they were a little kid! And obviously teaching anyone to cook is a waste of food, because you clearly can’t eat what they make. Jeez.
Ummm…thanks? I think?
But Zsofia, nobody can learn something that their parents didn’t teach them when they were a little kid! And obviously teaching anyone to cook is a waste of food, because you clearly can’t eat what they make. Jeez.
Ummm…thanks? I think?
Well, I did just throw away a dinner failure. Rare, though.
Gah! I know this is sarcasm but just the thought of it makes my skin crawl. My mother never met a piece of meat she couldn’t turn into shoe leather or a vegetable she couldn’t turn into mush.
When I was a little kid, I thought my mother was a terrific cook, for I was into explosions and fires.
My parents told me of their first home-cooked meal together. Baked beans. Unfortunately, my mother did not open the can before baking. When my father arrived home, he carefully removed the can from the oven and tossed it outside onto the walk, where of course it exploded.
Never a dull moment since then.
Huh?
Don’t need to know now. My husband loves to cook, but since I don’t really have much interest in “fancy” food, it tends to go to waste.
That’s nice. So?
Yes. Or I use the nuker.
I have not said that. Intelligent people don’t tend to accept third party information as fact.
Damn!
First belly laugh of the day.
Quoted. For. Fucking. Truth.