Hot Dish
Minnesota marriage debate of the week:
I said I wanted tater tot hotdish. We were out of tots, canned corn, and green beans. So like a loyal Minnesotan, I drove to Aldi to save dinner.
I come back and my wife is in the bathroom. Meanwhile the beef and onions are absolutely fighting for their lives on the stove. Burnt. Smokier than a bonfire at deer camp.
Now here’s the debate:
She says I’m at fault because I SAW it cooking and didn’t stir it.
I say I was never informed I had accepted the position of “Acting Assistant Hotdish Supervisor” while she was gone for 3 minutes.
So who’s wrong here?
The guy who heroically sourced emergency tots and vegetables?
Or the person who left ground beef unattended like it was self-driving?
Please answer carefully because apparently this determines whether I get hotdish or attitude tonight.