Whipping up dinner for me and my bro, Josh has been an almost-daily craft. The kid is eating better than he ever does when I'm not around.
Tonight I was enlightened by my misuse of an electric can opener. One might think this is an easy contraption to operate. Assume nothing. We know where that gets us.
After opening a can of carrots, baked beans and sloppy joe mix, I was ready to throw that stupid appliance out the back door. I blew through kitchen drawers like a tornado on the loose in Kansas somewhere, looking for a good old-fashioned manually operated can opener. Surprise of all surprises: my parents do not own one. Really? How is that even possible?
I'm guessing my other bro, Ross got the "house extra" (aka: the only one) when he moved out. Unbelievable and slightly entertaining to say the least.
This is what I get for making a throw-together meal. Sticking with made-from-scratch next time... watch out Mr. Can Opener.
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