I will provide more details tomorrow afternoon.
IT'S TOMORROW AFTERNOON!
So, here's the dealio. Andrew always cooks. Why? Cause my famous go-to dish is microwave KD. (Which is delicious, by the way) I pretty much cook everything in the microwave because it is magical and easy. I am a Microwave pro. Or so I thought.
It all started with a major craving for grill cheeses, which I call girl cheeses (CRAVINGS DO NOT MEAN PREGNANCY!).Usually, I won't make them cause they involve a thing called the stove.
But then I saw THIS!
|This is not my toaster. Although I wish it was. |
That is a kick-ass toaster.
Then the cheese starting sticking to the toaster and it all started to smoke, so I thought it was better to pop them out prematurely. It was basically warm bread with sticky cheese, but I stuck them together and ate it anyways. But I had to do the others some other way. Andrew agreed.
So I decided to put them in the toaster oven, since a toaster over is basically a prehistoric mircowave.
|I ASKED FOR A SANDWICH, NOT A PORK ROAST! AND |
STOP BEING SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!
Me: I'm going to put this butter in the microwave. Do you think I can put it in still in the wrapper?After TWO seconds, shit starting blowing up like Canada Day fireworks.
Andrew: I don't think so.
Me: Well, the wrapper is shiny looking, but it couldn't actually be made of metal, right? I mean, who wraps shit in metal?
Andrew: Just put a chunk in a bowl, then put it in the mircowave.
Me: Nah, I'll just put the whole thing in. It's only going to be for 15 seconds.
Me: IT'S MADE OF METAL! IT'S MADE OF METAL! OH MY GOD!I panicked, then quickly turned the power off after only 5 second. I opened the door. There was a flame on the wrapper. It was getting bigger.
Me: THE BUTTER IS ON FIRE ANDREW! IT'S GETTING BIGGER!Andrew ran over and attempted to blow out the flame. Which made it bigger.
Me: IT'S GETTING BIGGER!Finally, Andrew blew hard enough (twss) to put it out. What was left was a disgusting-smelling charred mess of a wrapper and some funny-looking butter. I laughed hysterically as Andrew vowed to never let me cook again.
I still used the butter though.