MOTM

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My wife Dale doesn't cook. Not at all. In fact, if I'm in the kitchen and
she comes in and I ask her to get me a frying pan, she doesn't know which
cabinet to look in.

She once tried to bake a potato in the microwave and forgot about it shortly
after putting it in. The potato caught on fire and destroyed the microwave.
I don't let her use the new one now...

So, Saturday evening I decided to barbeque chicken. In a weak moment or
something, Dale offered to help clean up. She put the left over chicken into
a zip-lock bag and put it in the fridge.

Sunday night I didn't feel like cooking, so took the left-over chicken out
of the fridge, and nuked it in the microwave. Only when I took the chicken
out to place on the plates did I notice a small label on the zip-lock back
it was in...


"MOTM-410 POTS"