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[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Because I made them for my speech and debate team but I make them cupcakes all the time so they won't care, here C&C. Have a cupcake to cheer you up.



(The entire time I was making them, I kept on wondering if sticking Swedish fish in the microwave would be the equivalent of Godzilla's frying of fish. And then I was going to do it, but I remembered that I'm not allowed to stick anything in the microwave that doesn't belong there after the whole peanut butter thing (which wasn't me, honest) and my little brother is too chickwuss to do it.)

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[dragony]

Okay that is adorable.

and now I'm hungry at 2am

why are you so cruel

[clitorighteous.livejournal.com]

i demand to know about the peanut butter thing

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

So we used to keep peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the fridge because my family is full of lazy, PB&J is delicious and it's easier to make 93584736085 (read: 20) sandwiches at once rather than haul everything out over and over again.

PB&J is GROSS when it is cold. So my grandfather (who has since passed away, due to entirely unrelated causes) complained and I told him that if he wanted to warm them up, he should put them in the microwave for like. Thirty seconds. Keep this number in mind.

One day, my grandpa decides that okay. He will try this ~*magical*~ microwave device (my grandpa was not particularly tech smart) to warm up his sandwich. Cool, I mean. I used to do the same thing all the time. It's perfectly safe if it's only thirty seconds and you wait a few seconds for it to cool off. But peanut butter has oil in it, and oil burns. This is a bad, bad, bad combo when you decide to stick the PB&J sandwich in the microwave for three minutes. Three minutes is a long time. In fact, it is a long enough time for peanut butter to smoke and catch on fire! Imagine that.

Anyway, so the house is smoky and gross but I don't know this until I get home. Before I had gotten home at 3, my cousin and uncle had come to pick my grandpa up for my cousin's wedding's dress rehearsal. They gagged and choked their way into the house where they found my grandpa sitting in the back room completely unaware that his sandwich is now charcoal. Forever.

My dad gets home about the same time (~1:30) and opens up all the windows and doors to air out the house. It still smells like smoking PB&J by the time I get home at three. It still smells two or three months after, actually.

Anyway, the moral of the story is PB&J + microwave = possible disaster. And that is why I'm not allowed to put anything in the microwave that doesn't belong there. Because I indirectly nearly caused the house to burn down. :]

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

I too wish to know about the peanut butter thing. And those look delishus.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

So we used to keep peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the fridge because my family is full of lazy, PB&J is delicious and it's easier to make 93584736085 (read: 20) sandwiches at once rather than haul everything out over and over again.

PB&J is GROSS when it is cold. So my grandfather (who has since passed away, due to entirely unrelated causes) complained and I told him that if he wanted to warm them up, he should put them in the microwave for like. Thirty seconds. Keep this number in mind.

One day, my grandpa decides that okay. He will try this ~*magical*~ microwave device (my grandpa was not particularly tech smart) to warm up his sandwich. Cool, I mean. I used to do the same thing all the time. It's perfectly safe if it's only thirty seconds and you wait a few seconds for it to cool off. But peanut butter has oil in it, and oil burns. This is a bad, bad, bad combo when you decide to stick the PB&J sandwich in the microwave for three minutes. Three minutes is a long time. In fact, it is a long enough time for peanut butter to smoke and catch on fire! Imagine that.

Anyway, so the house is smoky and gross but I don't know this until I get home. Before I had gotten home at 3, my cousin and uncle had come to pick my grandpa up for my cousin's wedding's dress rehearsal. They gagged and choked their way into the house where they found my grandpa sitting in the back room completely unaware that his sandwich is now charcoal. Forever.

My dad gets home about the same time (~1:30) and opens up all the windows and doors to air out the house. It still smells like smoking PB&J by the time I get home at three. It still smells two or three months after, actually.

Anyway, the moral of the story is PB&J + microwave = possible disaster. And that is why I'm not allowed to put anything in the microwave that doesn't belong there. Because I indirectly nearly caused the house to burn down. :]

(They actually were very delicious cupcakes, by the way.)

[easytochop.livejournal.com]

what is that purple thing i must know

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

just guessing here that it's a blowfish?

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

It's a swedish fish blowfish or something.

I don't know.

[expletives]

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WHAT HAPPENED WITH PEANUT BUTTER?

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

So we used to keep peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the fridge because my family is full of lazy, PB&J is delicious and it's easier to make 93584736085 (read: 20) sandwiches at once rather than haul everything out over and over again.

PB&J is GROSS when it is cold. So my grandfather (who has since passed away, due to entirely unrelated causes) complained and I told him that if he wanted to warm them up, he should put them in the microwave for like. Thirty seconds. Keep this number in mind.

One day, my grandpa decides that okay. He will try this ~*magical*~ microwave device (my grandpa was not particularly tech smart) to warm up his sandwich. Cool, I mean. I used to do the same thing all the time. It's perfectly safe if it's only thirty seconds and you wait a few seconds for it to cool off. But peanut butter has oil in it, and oil burns. This is a bad, bad, bad combo when you decide to stick the PB&J sandwich in the microwave for three minutes. Three minutes is a long time. In fact, it is a long enough time for peanut butter to smoke and catch on fire! Imagine that.

Anyway, so the house is smoky and gross but I don't know this until I get home. Before I had gotten home at 3, my cousin and uncle had come to pick my grandpa up for my cousin's wedding's dress rehearsal. They gagged and choked their way into the house where they found my grandpa sitting in the back room completely unaware that his sandwich is now charcoal. Forever.

My dad gets home about the same time (~1:30) and opens up all the windows and doors to air out the house. It still smells like smoking PB&J by the time I get home at three. It still smells two or three months after, actually.

Anyway, the moral of the story is PB&J + microwave = possible disaster. And that is why I'm not allowed to put anything in the microwave that doesn't belong there. Because I indirectly nearly caused the house to burn down. :]

[cockblockmasta.livejournal.com]

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Man, you never even told me about the peanut butter thing. Some bff you are. :(

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Yes I have.