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Originally Posted by NoHaveMSG
There are no instructions on the bread.
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Welp, your dad was pretty smart. That way, your mom wouldn't let him in the kitchen anymore -
Reminds me of the mistake I made before mrs humfrz and I put our families together. The to be mrs humfrz and her daughter lived in their condo and their idea of "cooking" a meal consisted of an appetizer, consisting of broccoli, cauliflower with a low cal dip. The main course was fish, vegetables and a salad.
After we left her condo, after the first meal she prepared for my sons and I, my boys said to me "dad, we're still hungry, can we stop and get something to eat?".
So, when we invited them over to our house for a meal, I cooked up an appetizer of bacon wrapped chicken livers, followed with a pot roast with biscuits and REAL butter. Pecan pie with REAL ice cream for dessert.
Ever since then mrs humfrz said, OK, hot shot, YOU do the cooking!
When I went to help he out by trying to vacuum her condo, I noticed that the bag on her vac was full and the filter was clogged. I cleaned it up and mentioned to her that her vac would work better if she emptied it out more often. She replied, OK, hot shot, YOU do the vacuuming, which I have had to do ever since.
Shall I continue, or do you engaged men get the drift?