The other day, I decided to cook dinner.
The thing is, I can't cook.
I've tried, but it never tasted the way it should.
Or it's completely burnt.
This is what happened.
Me: I'm gonna cook dinner!
Dad and brother: Silence
|Mother of god, not again|
So I went to the kitchen and started preparing..
Suddenly, my dad pops up out of nowhere and looks at what I'm doing.
He pointed to what was on the table and said,
I was a bit offended.
I know what onions are.
I can't cook, but I can tell onions from potatoes.
|Winner winner chicken dinner|
The food came out pretty decent.
I felt proud.
And so we sat down on the table and as my dad sliced it.
It was extremely raw.