Never leave him alone in the kitchen

Gary, that is.

Many of you have heard the rice story. If you have, skip ahead. When we lived in Buffalo, I had put a dinner in the crock pot one day. I was running late getting home from work so I called Gary and asked him to turn it off and make some rice. That's it folks, just some rice. As I walked in the door, the last drop of water was evaporating and the rice was beginning to burn. I asked him how much rice he put in and he said, "the whole box." This was Uncle Ben's rice, NOT rice-a-roni. We ended up with three pots of rice that lasted us about two weeks.

Last night, I was taking dinner to a family in our church. I had just put the last tray of cookies in the oven and asked Gary to take them out when the timer rang. When I got home FORTY-FIVE minutes later, the cookies were still baking in the oven. I should have taken a picture of the tray of blackness, but I was too annoyed.

So if any of you are looking for kitchen tips, you probably don't want to ask Gary!