Mark Shaw writes:

>"D.Currie" > wrote:
>>Have you ever watched a self-professed not-good cook making something?
>>
>>The other day, I got to witness the making of "gravy."

[snip]
>Here's one for you:
>
>I once came home to find my roommate making "fried chicken." He
>had a skilletfull of cold chicken pieces, unadorned by crumbs,
>flour or whatever, and was packing Crisco around them. His plan
>was to get it all ready, then put it on the fire....

Heh. My favorite memory is of my two housemates, both of whom were OK cooks in
their own right (Jewish and soul food/NC country cooking).

Once a month or so they'd get have a "party night" which involved licit and
illicit mind-altering substances. Usually started out by getting a nice Jack
and Bud buzz on, having a little dance with Mary Jane, a little more booze,
maybe a line or two of Bolivian Marching Powder,. Caterpillar Special or
Mexican buttons. . . .depending what was in stock at the time.

The problem was they'd also start cooking. Something nibbly for the Mary Jane
munchies, something hearty to soak up the stupid juice, a salad to enhance the
"pretty colors" effect. Well, you get the picture.

One particular night one of the miscreants snagged some choice prime rib
steaks. Medium size, 15-18 oz.

So these two (hopped-up-on) goofballs preheat the oven to Chernobyl, slap the
steaks under the broiler, and start the broiler (or so they thought).

Actually genius #1 set the oven to "clean" and genius #2, for reasons known
only to himself, threw the oven locking handle.

I came home about an hour into the process and found two very stoned, very sad
individuals watching what used to be their steaks through the oven window.

Pretty funny, but I didn't have the heart to laugh.

Best,

Marc