Conversations from the kitchen
Tonight we are having chicken. It was frozen. Not being a master of the microwave I told Dad he was in charge of defrosting at which point he disappeared. After some time I decided it was time to cook....the conversation went like this:
Me: where IS the chicken?
Dad: in the washing up bowl.
Er...yes, why did I even ask! There it was, submerged.
Me: where IS the chicken?
Dad: in the washing up bowl.
Er...yes, why did I even ask! There it was, submerged.
posted by MortimerBones at
6:19 PM
4 Comments:
I ALWAYS do emergency de-frosts in the washing up bowl. I thought this was 'normal'. xx
But do you remove everything else first?
Not necessarily!
You are as mad as him! I have, I think, persuaded him to keep it in the bag it came in next time. I gave up scraping the tea leaves off it.
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