Growing up I lived in a home with my mother, father, three sisters, my grandmother and my grandfather. Essentially, I had two sets of parents. Which had some really, really, really good points. That is, until I moved out of the house and realized that I had NO idea how to do any domestic chores - cooking, cleaning, laundry was always done for me.
The first time I cooked a turkey, I must have called home at least 3 times for help, and still managed to cook that bird with the bag of bits still inside it. My raisin buns will never taste like my grandmother's. My mom has a solution for just about everything.
About a year ago, I got a phone call from my father that went a little something like this:
me: "hello"
dad: "how many hot dogs does it take to make lasagna?"
me: ".????????" stunned silence
dad: "how many hot dogs does it take to make lasagna?"
me "??????????" stunned silence
Translation: my mother was visiting my sister in town, my father was hungry and home alone. What he really wanted to know was how many times did me need to push the 'hot dog' button on the microwave in order to thaw and heat the frozen lasagna my mother had left for him.
I will never forgot how gobsmacked I was when I answered the phone. Love you dad.
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Did you tell him to use the hole pack?
ReplyDeleteYou have raisin buns? I think they have a creme for that. Until then, though, you may not want to wear really short shorts.
ReplyDeleteThis post really made me laugh, it's funny that your dad calls it the "hot dog button," haha, it does make sense though, at least to a guy like me who is one of the worst cooks around!
ReplyDeleteGrand story; now all your microwaves will have a hot dog button.
ReplyDeleteI like the way your dads mind works. Did you say chocolate?
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Guess your Dad was in the same shape you were... kinda dependent. Hope you were able to get him squared away with his dilemma!
ReplyDeleteThat's OK...I still have a hard time cooking and I've been on my own for 25 years.
ReplyDeleteSo funny! And I'm sure someone in the world has made lasagna using hot dogs.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great story. Context is everything, I suppose!
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious. Nothing makes you feel grown-up like having your parents call for help. Hot dog lasagna sounds...interesting.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Omg, that's so funny! I can totally hear THAT conversation!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat is all kinds of funny!
ReplyDeleteLet he (or she) who has not cooked at least one turkey with the "bag 'o bits" still inside, cast the first stone!"
ReplyDeleteGreat story! And yes we have those stories about cooking our first turkey. But the baby of our family top it off when she phoned home and asked how to put the stuffing in when it says on the bird to keep frozen...they had chinese food that year. cheers
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