Let me preface this story by saying that BSC is amazing on the grill. He can make mean steak, hamburger, grilled chicken, or even veggies. But for some reason, when it comes to kitchen cooking, something always tends to go wrong.
I came home late Monday night from a meeting to find that BSC hadn't yet had dinner. I had already eaten, so he was on his own for food. From a grocery shopping trip last weekend we found one of his favorite foods in the frozen aisle: pirogies. So BSC took it upon himself to acquire the rest of the ingredients to make pirogies and bratwurst, a German specialty he often orders at one of the local brew/pubs. He started out correctly with a bit of oil in the pan to heat up the pirogies. I promptly left the kitchen because the smell of bratwurst makes me want to gag. And again I promptly returned to the kitchen because what I was smelling was NOT nasty bratwurst. I was smelling what I thought was the kitchen burning to the ground.
Upon entering the kitchen I discovered BSC hovered over the stove, fanning huge billows of black smoke into the air with the fan spinning on high. I immediately yelled at him to put the lid on the offending dish and take it in the backyard to air out. Despite the freezing temperatures I opened all the windows and doors, as our entire house smelled like burned, nasty food. The smell penetrated our towels, clothes, blankets and drapes. It was NASTY! I can still smell it every once in a while. All BSC could do was sit in the back yard and laugh at his blackened creation.
Apparently BSC doesn't know the different between the clearly marked "Low" and "High" settings on our stove because that is exactly how the pirogies became such an atrocity. He was too proud to throw them out, so he ate them anyway.
That, ladies and gents, is what it's like living with a BSC.
9 comments:
Coming from a Czech/Slovak background, I grew up eating Pierogies.
I can personally attest that they are not supposed to look like that. :)
He ATE that? I think that's the definition of desperation
Can't believe he ate those after they looked like that. Now that is dedication.
I've never heard of pirogies, but I guarantee after that pic - I don't want them!
i hate brats too! But lucky for you, it didn't get out of hand. Remember that little fire my baby started last year? Protein and fire does not mesh well.
and what a typical man thing to do--eat the damn things anyway!
I tried to tell him that its easier to hide the fact that he cooks meth if he would do it in the basement and not in the kitchen.
I bet the whole time that he was eating them, he was saying, "They're not THAT bad."
Perhaps he should start boiling the pirogies... that is what I do.
Burnt pirogies is good eatin.
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