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dysonrulesSo, some of you know I live with someone who is certifiably insane. Not just crazy fannish insane like we are, but "needs a straitjacket and medication" sort of insane. Tonight's example needed sharing.
I spent about an hour prepping everything for chowder. Went to the store, bought stuff, chopped onions, celery, carrots, potatoes, ham, etc. Sauteed the veggies, prepared the roux. Added cream, seasonings, etc. Simmered until done. Turned out fabulous.
I walk in to the kitchen to turn it off, because it's done, and I noticed the psycho, generally referred to as "the Fuckwad", opening a CAN OF CHOWDER.
I have a huge vat of steaming hot homemade chowder ready to eat and he opens a can of chowder, heats it in the microwave and eats it.
I had to laugh, because HOW FUCKING CRAZY DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO DO THAT?
*still giggling*
I spent about an hour prepping everything for chowder. Went to the store, bought stuff, chopped onions, celery, carrots, potatoes, ham, etc. Sauteed the veggies, prepared the roux. Added cream, seasonings, etc. Simmered until done. Turned out fabulous.
I walk in to the kitchen to turn it off, because it's done, and I noticed the psycho, generally referred to as "the Fuckwad", opening a CAN OF CHOWDER.
I have a huge vat of steaming hot homemade chowder ready to eat and he opens a can of chowder, heats it in the microwave and eats it.
I had to laugh, because HOW FUCKING CRAZY DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO DO THAT?
*still giggling*
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Date: 2009-05-18 04:43 am (UTC)