Last night Matt came home from work to find me not feeling all that great and lying on the couch. He lovingly volunteered to make dinner, so I quickly thought through the contents of my freezer to find something he was able to make. All he needed to do, I told him, was take the sweet Italian sausages out of the freezer, thaw them in the microwave, then put them in a pot on the stove covered with a can of spaghetti sauce from the fridge. There was some leftover cooked bowtie pasta, and he could cook up some more if he thought we didn’t have enough. And I had a cucumber, some tomatoes and lettuce in the fridge for a salad.
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, this was the scene in the kitchen (Berlin swiftly cleaned up the puddles of sauce on the floor). The spaghetti was ready but there was NO WAY we were going to tackle a salad.
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I love him dearly. Next time I will suggest instant oatmeal for dinner.
June 25th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
this is absolutely hilarious and made me laugh out loud (and startle the sleeping babe by my lap). fee’s comment upon seeing the picture: “that’s yucky.” just delightful.
June 25th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
LOL J is like that too…usually. With him it’s that he has to dirty every pot, pan, and utensil we own to make something extremely simple. LOL
June 25th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
unfortunately i had already put the pot in the dishwasher before i took the picture… but the pot has an eighth of an inch of burned spaghetti sauce stuck to the bottom. gotta love em.