I had to take the baby in for her 2 month appointment and he decided that he would make dinner since I would not have time after the appointment. We were having guests over for dinner that night and he thought that he would help, mind you he never cooked dinner for us … NEVER. I thought that the easiest thing for him to make was spaghetti. I made him simple instructions, boil the noodles, drain noodles, cook meat, add lawry's seasoning salt, open a jar of sauce and add to meat, then add noodles.
He being the master chef that he was had decided to ad-lib a bit. He didn't like the noodles mixed with the sauce so he wanted to add the sauce over the noodles, and he thought he would experiment with my spices. What came out was a total disaster. First he drained the noodles, didn't rinse and then let it sit, while he cooked the meat. He then started adding oregano, salt, and CINNAMON. I still was not home when our guest arrived.
Apparently the noodles, because they had not been rinsed, had melded into one giant loaf. He had to slice off pieces for our guests and then added the over spiced sauce. When I got home I asked if he had made a pie because the smell of the cinnamon was overwhelming. He then told me something went wrong and he couldn't figure out what it was. He served me a slice of spaghetti loaf with his sauce. Being the great wife that I was I decided to just swallow the food. After one bite I refused to eat anymore. "what would possess you to add cinnamon?" I asked.
"i don't know, it was in your cupboard and I thought it would be interesting."
"Honey you're not a professional,please do not try to ad-lib."
Nevertheless I never asked him to make spaghetti again,
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