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June 29, 2004

I Ain't No Betty Crocker

I have a feeling I'll drive my future husband to this:

A Romanian man faces charges after he tried to blow up his kitchen because his wife was such a lousy cook.

Viorel Leahu, 41, from Todiresti, said he decided to punish his wife for her terrible food.


Posted by Lawren at June 29, 2004 07:11 AM

You Said

Just marry a chef.

Says: GrumpyBunny at June 29, 2004 08:41 AM

How about learning to cook himself? Sureley he can manage a grilled cheese sandwich.

Says: at June 29, 2004 12:17 PM

Many a man loves to cook. Just marry one of those. I'm currently experimenting with Thai recepies.

Says: Brian D. at June 29, 2004 06:19 PM

Thai rocks! Nice work, Brian!

Says: Lawren at June 29, 2004 06:24 PM

Reminds me of one of the first times I was going to cook for my hubby and this was before we married. I had planned a roast, potatoes, vegetables....nice meal....well I always remembered reeing my mother take the roast cover it in flour and brown it in the pot well I did not realize all she was doing was just that and then she covered it in water and and turned it down and allowed it to cook slowly for a couple of hours.....get this I thought you fried it....to say the least he came over for pizza. I had already told him what to expect to eat so when he asked of course you could smell it he laughed and laughed......He sure did not marry me because I could cook....and he still cooks as good as I can..

Says: Sweet N Sassy at June 29, 2004 07:28 PM

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