...My dad.
Simplified scenario for you:
Me: EWEWEW! The bag is freakin' leaking! Toss it, TOSS IT! *is going to puke*
Him: Well, the liquids just on the outside of the bag, the stuff inside isn't the thing leaking...It looks like cilantro or something.
Me: It's friggin' contaminated! Throw. It. OUT!
In addition to this, my dad really needs to learn that even if we bought the veggies a couple of weeks ago, most vegetables go bad within that time-frame.
Lord help me if I ever manage to exercise the stupidity to marry a guy who'll get in these same situations with me.
...That shouldn't become an issue, though. I am definitely not going to marry someone who can hardly cook for himself.
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"Ask your mom if we should throw this out."
"Dad, half of it's melted and it's a vegetable; vegetables aren't supposed to melt."
*Dad reluctantly throws out the bag of filth*
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