Inspector Cussword
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Inspector Cussword
@InspctrCussword
Accountant, master droid engineer/mws, hunter, chili cook and former 2 decade AD&D DM. I like games.



Story time! This has to have happened almost 40 years ago. (long tweet warning) Mommy usually cooked, however, one night she was doing something so she asked me to make meatballs to go with spaghetti for dinner. She left the cookbook on the counter open to the recipe. I got out all the ingredients and was about to start making the meatballs when my dad came into the kitchen and asked what I was doing. I said making meatballs. He replied what is all the rest of that stuff and I, rather confused, said the ingredients for the meatballs. He then informed me that all that stuff didn't go into meatballs. I pointed at the recipe and said yes, they do. This went on for a bit and my dad announced that I was being insolent. I said okay fine then we will make them your way. Thus ensued me making balls o'meat, nothing else, and putting them into the pan to brown. The inevitable ensued and Dad was all why are they breaking apart and I said because those are not meatballs, those are balls o'meat! Arguing about how to make the meatballs recommenced. By this point, Mommy got back and came into the kitchen to figure out what on Earth was going on. I explained and she stared at my dad Iike he had two heads and said the recipe is right there, did you really think meatballs are just ball of meat? And, it turned out, he did. I dumped a bunch of seasoning into the meat, finished browning it up, then added the sauce in so we had meat sauce at least. But still. /fin


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