Friday Funnies is a chance to share your wild and crazy stories. Whether it’s a personal story or just something that strikes you as funny.

Let’s laugh and have some fun, but keep it clean, cuz I’m a watchin’ **wink wink**

Cooking is definitely NOT a gift of mine. I’ve never enjoyed it, nor am I good at it. My sweet hubby, on the other hand, loves it. He’s addicted to Food Network.

I try though. TRY being the KEY word there.

You’d think following a recipe isn’t rocket science, right? Right?

***Yeah, not so much***

I was making something out of the Rachel Ray “Thirty Minute Meals” cookbook. It called for Chipotle in Adobe Sauce… know, the ones that come in a can?

Yeah, well, the recipe called for ONE–as in ONE pepper–yeah, didn’t know that. I thought it meant ONE CAN.  So, I put the entire can in the recipe.

Yep, you read right. The ENTIRE can.

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

Can you see the flames? Can you picture them?

My sweet hubby TRIED to eat some of the meal, but just couldn’t. And he can tolerate pretty much anything. He just didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I didn’t try any after I saw his face…..But I was laughing hysterically.

I mean really, ONE can?  UGH.

Yeah, we ordered out that night.


So, what’s tickled your funny bone lately?


6 thoughts on “FRIDAY FUNNIES

  1. That’s hilarious! Both Lynn and Tracy!

    I’m a decent cook. Not great, and hardly creative, but I can follow a recipe pretty well, and often manage to take things out of the oven before they burn.

    So, Lynn, anytime you want to come over and clean, I’ll cook you a meal! 🙂

  2. HA, Billy, that’s funny. My sweet hubby wants me out of the kitchen most of the time, too! LOL but I’m a good helper..I love to clean…so my sweet hubby gets to cook, making a big mess, then I clean it up. It’s a great deal if you ask me.

    Tracy, that’s a funny joke. Seriously, you should put that in Rachelle Gardners blog, she’s asking for people to post jokes in her comments section! I’m not funny, so I have no jokes to post there.

    Kat, that’s a good one. I’m sure I’ll have some similar stories for future “friday funnies”…one involves eggs.. Yeah….stay tuned. LOL

  3. LOL! I love that joke Tracy. 🙂

    I warned my children when they went to stay with my sister for the weekend that she was a terrible cook. Of course, I spoke from the experiences I received as a 10 year old. At the time, my sister was only a teenager and really didn’t have much practice cooking. She used to turn grilled-cheese sandwiches into black bricks. Icky. 😛

    Anyway, that weekend my sister made my kids a frozen pizza…and she burned the crust. It only added proof to my claim that my sister can’t cook.

    But my sister proved all of us wrong when we were camping in the Black Hills last summer and she made a delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner — complete with garlic bread — over a campfire.

    We’re no longer allowed to poke fun at her cooking skills.

  4. I’m laughing with you, cause like Bill above, it sounds like something I would do! To participate, this is something I posted on my blog recently, that I thought was hilarious! I hope you enjoy!


    A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death’s doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.

    Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.

    There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

    Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made it’s way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. “Stay out of those,” she said, “they’re for the funeral.”

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