Not Me This Time!!!

Oh wait til you hear this one...

The other day about 9:00am I got a special request from my Dear Husband for pot roast. Being the good wife and cook I am, I made a commissary trip to pick up some meat and do a little shopping last minute. When I make a roast it's usually in the crock pot by 8:ooam...but not this time. By the time I got home, unloaded the groceries and sleeping kids, put the cold food away, browned the meat and cut the veggies it was after noon! Mind you I still don't have kitchen counters or a kitchen sink...so that complicates this task. At 4:30 Max said it needed longer. I looked at it around 5:30 and it was far from done. Darn! There goes Max's idea of having pot roast, spaghetti it is. The next evening while I was out running he wanted to get a head start on heating it up. I came home and saw he was hovering over the roast so I took that opportunity to take a shower and bathe the kids. I walked downstairs and a very familiar smell filled my nose as I inhaled. Kalee met me on the stairs and said "I can't find Dad... the cars are all here...he's not in the man cave (garage) and the kitchen is smokey!" I rushed in, pulled the pot roast off the stove and shook my head thinking 'better him then me'. I called his cell only to find him across the street at the neighbors house. Now I can eat burnt food from the grill...and sometimes form the oven. But the toxins form the burnt pot don't settle well with me psychologically.

...He made a trip to Subway.

That man needs to quit taking cooking lessons from me!