Teriyaki Sauce
One day, a very sweet Teddy Bear was making his darling Sam teriyaki sauce from scratch* and he decided to enlist the help of our new chef in the making, Chicken. They sliced, diced, measured and mixed a great big bowl of teriyaki sauce just for little old me. While I had a fucking attack at the massive amount of soy sauce that was being mixed and measure by a TEN YEAR OLD BOY in my KITCHEN. As I stood there, hyperventilating I cautioned Chicken "Be VERY careful measuring that sugar..." He retorted, "Careful is my middle name!" And then this happened:
MUST CLICK AND MAKE BIG NOW. I COMMAND THEE.
You can tell by Chicken's face (picture removed) immediately after the Sugar Spill of '07 that I am totally pissed off and screaming like a fucking banshee. Or, is that the look of "Shit! I have to clean all of this sugar up by eating it? No problem!" And then what does Chicken have to say about this mess? "Uh, I guess my middle name is Louis, huh?"
*I can't complain too overly much, since the reason they were making it is that teriyaki sauce typically contains wheat. My awesome boys make a special wheat-free batch for me because the love me sooooo much.
MUST CLICK AND MAKE BIG NOW. I COMMAND THEE.You can tell by Chicken's face (picture removed) immediately after the Sugar Spill of '07 that I am totally pissed off and screaming like a fucking banshee. Or, is that the look of "Shit! I have to clean all of this sugar up by eating it? No problem!" And then what does Chicken have to say about this mess? "Uh, I guess my middle name is Louis, huh?"
*I can't complain too overly much, since the reason they were making it is that teriyaki sauce typically contains wheat. My awesome boys make a special wheat-free batch for me because the love me sooooo much.
Labels: Chicken, Cooking, Teddy Bear, Who Am I?
posted by Sam at
12:32 AM
6 Comments:
Ha.
Wow, they are really nice to make that for ya... I am lucky to get chicken nuggets from the Wendy's drive-thru from my guy.
*sigh*
Oh sweet Lord! The fun I miss by not having a kiddo.
How can you get mad at Chicken when he says something freakin' super funny like "Uh, I guess my name is Louis."! I mean, geez, that was just plain genious witty there, girl! You can't get mad at him. I forbid it.
By the way, you gotta do something about Chicken's hair. Don't tell him this, but I thought maybe you had a niece over or something.
I'd be more concerned about the laptop on the table.
aw, that's so sweet of them!!!
uck, i am too mushy and sappy since i've gotten a super sweet boyf.
where is cynical and sarcastic VB???
tell chicken to stop being such a klutz or i'm going to call him a girl.
ah! there she is! that's better.
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