Madam, I do not mean to cause offense, but your husband can surely not be that amazing if he is unable to simply prepare dinner without burning the entire house down! I daresay if I were to make such a heinous and unforgivable error, my formidable wife would quickly expel me from the family property.
I did this with macaroni and the pepper shaker a few weeks back… nobody wanted to eat it
(to be fair I am usually a VERY accomplished cook, however I made a very grave miscalculation in taking off the top to the pepper shaker when it wasn’t coming out.)
Indeed Moritz, I am quite astonished at this startling revelation. At a very young age, my father instructed me in the art of cookery, his reasoning being that it is an essential lifeskill. If I recall exactly, he said " Your culinary skills will never leave you. She will".
Normally I think I’m a decent cook, if I have a recipe. But pancakes always elude me.
There was one evening long ago I decided to try making pancakes for dinner. How hard could it be? Turns out very! For one I don’t think I put enough water in the mix. Couldn’t find the measuring cup so I kind of just eyeballed it…not very well.
Still went with it. I ended up I think pouring too much and the heat was probably off too. And the mix. You can’t call this a success in any form. They came out thick, lumpy, deformed and burnt on the surface because I couldn’t get the middle to cook properly.
I ate it anyways because I was hungry, but it was a sad dinner of failure. I’m just gonna stick to frozen waffles.
If we are going to use ancient offensive stereotypes, Ill add mine.
Many years ago my wife said she was going to check the oil in the car for me. 30 minutes later she came in smiling shyly asking if I could her her find the “stick thingy”.