Railroad
Routinely Derailed
So I said to myself, "Self," I said, "howsabout something new and different for the Mother's day meal this year?"
Sis Kebab. Easy, right? You get those little sticks, and stick a bunch of veggies and meat on 'em, and grill 'em, right?
Not.
So I went out and spared no expense on tomatoes, potatoes, shallots, and onions. Thawed out some nice steaks and stew beef. Pulled the Crew together and had a veggie-cleaning and kebab-assembling party at the kitchen stink.
Fired up the grill and away we went.
Later on, everyone said the meal was great, except for a few small details:
When everyone broke up for the evening, we avoided kissing each other goodbye.
I have a meeting today.
The onion stink is curling my hair.
Sis Kebab. Easy, right? You get those little sticks, and stick a bunch of veggies and meat on 'em, and grill 'em, right?
Not.
So I went out and spared no expense on tomatoes, potatoes, shallots, and onions. Thawed out some nice steaks and stew beef. Pulled the Crew together and had a veggie-cleaning and kebab-assembling party at the kitchen stink.
Fired up the grill and away we went.
Later on, everyone said the meal was great, except for a few small details:
- The potatoes didn't cook at all
- The baby onions were thermonuclear devices that I'm still burping up today
- The tomatoes were too sweet for Mrs. Railroad, so she disliked them
When everyone broke up for the evening, we avoided kissing each other goodbye.
I have a meeting today.
The onion stink is curling my hair.