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for those of you that don't know, in addition to being in charge of the care homes I work at on the weekend I am also in charge of the kitchen.
On Sunday the menu called for Kalua pork - and after reading the manapua thread I was looking forward to making it with some left overs to make a few manapua's.
So I start preparing the meal - it has to bake for 4 hours - and I get to the shoyu and I use up the little bottle and go to get the big jug - no jug. I ask my co-worker and she says the jug is over here because there was no more room in the usual spot. I grab that jug and see that the lable says something else. I say to her "the lable doesn't say shoyu" and she says it is, it is. I finish up my pork and put it in the oven.
As it heats up I smell the liquid smoke and the garlic....then I start smelling something else. I can set my clock on it that the neighbors will be burning their food - every weekend. Didn't smell burnt yet - more like cake, but then again not.
Well dinner time came along and I passed out the food and all my girls say "UMMMMM!" and "Lisa is a good cook!". When they were done I dished some out for myself and you know when your taste buds expect one thing and get another? That's what mine told me. Something isn't right.
I go over to have a closer look (Sniff) at the jug and :11: it wasn't shoyu....it was what the lable said it was A BIG JUG OF VANILLA!!! They had been filling up the little bottle for about a month and never noticed!
NOW you can laugh :shakehead
On Sunday the menu called for Kalua pork - and after reading the manapua thread I was looking forward to making it with some left overs to make a few manapua's.
So I start preparing the meal - it has to bake for 4 hours - and I get to the shoyu and I use up the little bottle and go to get the big jug - no jug. I ask my co-worker and she says the jug is over here because there was no more room in the usual spot. I grab that jug and see that the lable says something else. I say to her "the lable doesn't say shoyu" and she says it is, it is. I finish up my pork and put it in the oven.
As it heats up I smell the liquid smoke and the garlic....then I start smelling something else. I can set my clock on it that the neighbors will be burning their food - every weekend. Didn't smell burnt yet - more like cake, but then again not.
Well dinner time came along and I passed out the food and all my girls say "UMMMMM!" and "Lisa is a good cook!". When they were done I dished some out for myself and you know when your taste buds expect one thing and get another? That's what mine told me. Something isn't right.
I go over to have a closer look (Sniff) at the jug and :11: it wasn't shoyu....it was what the lable said it was A BIG JUG OF VANILLA!!! They had been filling up the little bottle for about a month and never noticed!
NOW you can laugh :shakehead
