"Guys Don't Cook!"

I am a great cook! I think so anyway.
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My Thanksgiving Turkey

I was killing a turkey for thanksgiving a few year back. I had 2 cement blokes with a tub of water sitting on the blocks and had a fire going under the tub. After I chop the birds head off I would dip him into the hot water, witch would allow the feathers to be pulled out easy.

I start out wearing shorts and sandals, I grab the bird by his feet, I chop off his head and he starts flapping his big wings and beating me with them, So, I drop the big bird and he is flopping around & flops right under the tub and into the fire.

He’s still flapping his wings and throwing red-hot coals all over my legs and feet & the yard.

Now fires are starting all over the yard [because the grass is dry.(Fall)] I can’t get to the bird the yard has got about 10 small fires that are rapidly growing into larger fires.

The people that live next door think my house is on fire and call the fire department. By the time the fire truck get to my house I’m standing there in the mist of a blacken burnt yard holding the water hose in one hand and a blacken turkey in the other hand. All the firemen had a good laugh that day.


This is true story about how I Deep fry a turkey / [husband]


In my home I have a very large fireplace 4foot wide x 4 foot high. One day I decide I would deep-fry a turkey breast in a 2 gal cast iron pot in my large fireplace. [My wife said, “I don’t think this is a good idea”. “I know what I’m doing” I proudly say.]
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So! I place the frozen turkey into the pot, I add water from a pitcher and mark the pitcher so I will know how much oil to put into the pot with the bird so it will not overflow by just filling the pot with oil then adding the bird. [I’m no dummy!].

The next day the bird is thawed out, I place the right amount of oil into the pot, and I place the pot in the fire to heat the oil. I have a wire run through the bird and I start to lower the bird into the [too] hot oil, it starts to boil over. When boom!

The oil burst into flames. Burning oil is all over the hearth; the flames are lapping up to the shelf over the fireplace. my kids come running from there rooms and are sitting at the top of the stairs watching the show and call out to my wife, who is in the kitchen.

“Mom! Dads burning down the house.” To witch my wife replies. I know, I’ve all ready called the fire department.

. I put the lid on the pot; this puts out the oil burning. I grab the little shovel that is used to shovel ash and start shoveling ash onto the burning oil. This puts out the oil and allows me to shovel the oil into the ash bucket and get it outside. About this time the fire truck drives up and the driver says “you again!”

PS. No one got hurt in this mishap. And just some oil stains on the hearth to remind me never to do that again. [Not indoors at leas]
 
My DW has a degree in Culinary Arts and worked for Bon Apetite... but guess who in our family does almost all of the cooking? Guess who is invited to (and buys stuff at) Pampered Chef parties?

Me, the DH.
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My mother has three sons and her worst nightmare was that we'd end up starving to death because we couldn't cook anything more advanced than Mac & Cheese from a box.

To prevent that, she instituted a rule that we boys had to plan and prepare a complete dinner for the family on our 13th birthday. Not just the 'regular' family, I'm talking the whole famed damily, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, the works.

For that meal, we were on the hook for everything except the dishes. Planning the menu, estimating number of guests, shopping for ingredients, preparation, and finally serving. My coming-of-age meal was spaghetti (sauce from scratch), green salad, corn, french bread, and then a chocolate cake (also from scratch) for dessert.

After age 13, we were pulled into the kitchen (any family member's kitchen) at pretty regular intervals to help with meals. None of us could use the "I don't know how to cook" excuse because the entire family knew we were more than familiar with the inner workings of the kitchen.

Luckily, we all got passing grades on our meal and have avoided starvation thus far (we're in our late 30's and early 40's now).
 
I COOK Sunday dinner each and every Sunday. EVERYTHING... Roast beef, taters, carrots, peas, dinner rolls and I also usually do the cleanup too (Last Sunday, I did ham)

I figure if she can get us food (fast or otherwise) for six days, I ought to be able to prepare the seventh.
 
When I am not burning the yard the house or the Turkeys, I cook very well. Because I am a stay at home Dad, I have become a very good cook. When my son got married I planed and prepared the wedding meal for over 300 people. After the wedding the Father of the bride came up to me and said that 4 people came up to him and wanted to know who the chef was that prepared and catered the meal.
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Even "Justin Wilson" burnt a Turkey or two, I GARONTEE !
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