My Classic Story

Okay. So my sister has a blog too and she said that I should write my classic story as she did. So here it is, and of couse its associated with cooking.
My grandparents came to visit me when I was living in NC. Whenever they come I have to make sure that I have all the proper food and stuff. They like orange juice, Cracker Barrel cheese, crackers, coffee (I always have this), half n half, etc. So I make sure that I put on a little production to impress them whenever they come. This time i decided that I would make a roasted chicken. I have done this before, and knew it would be easy and good.
So I prepare the chicken, add all the spices to it, and stick it in the over. About an hour or so later we take it out. I go to cut it and immediately I hit bone. Now remember, this is a 6 pound chicken, so when I cut into it I'm thinking "where the hell is all the meat?" So I continue to cut into this damn thing and still keep hitting bone! By this time my grandfather, Papa to the grandkids, decides that he is going to take over. I let him and he starts hitting bone immediately. So here we are, my grandfather, grandmother, and I are all standing around this damn thing wondering what the hell is going on. Then my grandfather say, you dope, you cooked it upside down! Sure enough he flipped it over and there was all the meat. I felt like a complete idiot, and of course my sister thought it was hysterical when I called to tell her what happened. There is a postive thing that came out of this though, which is when you cook the bird upside down, it becomes more tender because you are cooking it in all the juices, so it doesn't get dry. Lesson learned. Now I always check when I cook any type of bird.

Here is a story that I think is completely hysterical:
It was around 6pm and we were having our normal dinner, pasta and ragu. My dad was famous for saying, lets have pasta tonight, like we didn't already have it the previous 3 nights. I swear, we must have eaten pasta 4 times a week, its amazing we weren't fat little kids. So anyways, the cheese ravioli was done and my sister and I were getting our plates. I made mine and went to go sit at the table. I guess I dropped a ravioli on the floor on the way to the table. My sister starts to walk to the table with her plate, slips on the ravioli and she goes flying along with her plate of ravioli and sauce. It lands all over her brand new Biology book, which she screamed cost her $130!! She was a sophmore in high school at the time. The book was brand new, and now its covered with spaghetti sauce. All I could do was laugh. It was hysterical. Just writing this story I am doubled over with laughter. So funny.

Another great story I won't soon forget. It had to be over 10 years ago. My mom was vacuuming the kitchen floor and I was in the kitchen with her. Well, she had left a cabinet door open. At the exact time that I went to close it to prevent her from hitting her head, she wacks her head right against it. It was hysterical!! You could see her whole body move to one side like she was knocked out!!! She didn't get knocked out but it looked like it. I laughed so hard, and this only pissed her off more. I tried to appologize, but couldn't stop laughing. She got mad and told me to leave. I laughed the entire time it took me to walk upstairs. This was HYSTERICAL!!! I still can't tell the story without laughing my ass off. Sorry mom, but that was a classic.
As you can tell, whenever people get hurt I have to laugh. It pisses them off, but I can't help it. Its so funny to me.
Well, these are my stories.