Before I share some of his more spectacular culinary disasters, I feel I have to say a few things in his defense:
First of all, Derpus was raised in a large family. And I mean LARGE. As in NINE KIDS LARGE. How his parents even managed to keep them all fed is beyond me. If Derpus is any indication, it can't have been easy. He is a 6ft tall, 150lb beanpole, who has to consume at least 4000 calories a day or he'll lose weight. That's not an exaggeration. I can't even imagine having NINE of those to nourish. According to Derpus, it pretty much meant buying the cheapest food that would go the farthest. We're talking a crap ton of cheese, rice, and ground beef, for example. As you may imagine, he doesn't exactly have the most discriminating palate.
Secondly, Derpus has a very phlegmatic personality. He regards instructions to anything as "suggestions". Drives me freaking bat crap. I've never been able to make the slightest headway in convincing him that ignoring directions will give him a different result than the one he's expecting. It's probably because he's so easy going, he can't give flying flip if something doesn't work the way it should.
Which brings us to dinner a la Chef Derpus. Derpus has always had a couple of "go to" dishes that he can manage when asked to make dinner on occasion (grilled cheese sandwiches and chili dogs, to be precise), but circumstances have required him to make meals a few times a week lately, so he's had to "branch out" a bit, if you will. In the past few weeks, Miss Belle, Ender, Bean, and I have been treated to some fabulous gourmet delights.
Let's begin with the Macaroni and Cheese. We were out of milk, and Derpus decided it was probably a superfluous ingredient anyway, so he went ahead and made three boxes of the stuff sans milk. (Side note: Derpus has, since Miss Belle first began to eat actual food, labored under the delusion that children require a portion size large enough to feed at least 3 burly lumberjacks.) The congealed mass of noodles that resulted pretty much had to be cut into squares in order to be served. Luckily, Mac N Cheese is already so phenomenally disgusting, any alterations to the formula aren't injurious. The kids hardly even noticed the difference.
Next, there was the pizza. Derpus took the "crispy crust" concept and ran with it. I'm not entirely sure he was after blackened, crispy crust, but whatever. Once the darker areas were scraped off, it wasn't so bad.
The encharittos weren't terrible either, once the "hot-on-the-outside-cold-in-the-middle" issue was resolved.
Lastly, we have the delicious cream of chicken soup on wheat bread. This started out to be cream of chicken soup on rice, which is one of Derpus's all time favorite meals. (Did I mention he doesn't have a very discriminating palate?) Sadly, Derpus mistook hard red wheat berries for brown rice, and spent the next hour repeatedly checking the rice cooker, wondering why the "rice" wouldn't soften, and the following hour enduring my spontaneous fits of laughter while we ate the substituted chicken soup on wheat bread instead.
All in all, I have to say, I'm grateful for Derpus's help, mishaps notwithstanding. At the very least, it makes dinner an adventure and adds some spice to our lives. (And by spice, I mean the loads of granulated garlic, pepper, and montreal steak seasoning that he puts in everything.)
Until next time, Bon Appetit!!