Cooking with my Father

It is always and interesting thing to cook with a bachelor, especially if their cooking skills are somewhat limited, by lack of kitchen equipment, imagination, and food. 

This is what happens when a bachelor owns only 1 pot and it is being used for the spaghetti sauce. What about the spaghetti noodles? You either have to cook in shifts and rely on the microwave to reheat or you get creative and boil water in a frying pan. The trick with this is that you have to wait for the center of the noodles to get soft before you can bend them and cook the edges. It makes for an interesting texture. 

Now this is how a man cooks meat. First of all, there is a LOT of it, an entire slab, all red and meaty looking, that could only fit the long way in his sink. It was left there for one day to thaw (I mean, just look at it. It needed the entire day) Then it was put in a crock pot (which is another great invention for the busy bachelor and his slabs of meat) with whole onions and the two carrots we found in the fridge. Mind you, there was only two of us eating, but my dad looked at it and thought, "Yeah, that ought to be enough." 

This is my dad's pot. It is currently sitting in my ladle. As you can imagine, this is a bit problematic. He was once trying to cook something in it (which is difficult if there is more than 1 cup of liquid) and I called it his "pathetic excuse for a pot." He shook his head and said, "No, it's a cute pot." Yes, indeed. So cute that it can fit inside my ladle.