Pluggers by Rick McKee for July 20, 2020

the best way to have meatloaf with spaghetti is if you make the meatoaf into little spheres

He must be on a diet. He should’ve typically said he wants both!

That kangaroo is wise enough to not mention how bad her mother-in-law’s cooking was, huh? ZING!

Got my wheels spinning ! What to make for dinner ;-)

My former Mrs I taught how to cook. Her parents felt that kids needed to be kids and did ZIP for preparing them for leaving the nest. My current Mrs is the best dang cook ever, that woman can cook!

A lot of praise for the cooks, but who does the cleanup?

From the size of him, the answer is usually Both!

Can’t seem to get the hang of meatloaf – the way mother made it. It was one of the recipes penciled in the back of the Betty Crocker cookbook. Probably a Depression Era recipe from her mother.

Wouldn’t a Plugger answer Yes or Both.

I dunno about that. She still seems to need the recipe for both.

It’s not “when” to mention mothers cooking.. A happy plugger “never” mentions his mothers cooking.

Luckily I cook better than any of our mothers … ;-)

Who needs a recipe to make spaghetti?

Never mention, especially if it’s his Moms recipe card in her hand.

Dad & Mom both taught me. (But Dad only when Mom wasn’t around!) He told me: “Never let your wife know you can cook for yourself, unless you wanna get to be known as The Family Cook!” (He was-good, too. Well, except for the BAKING-parts.)

And, admittedly, I ain’t all that bad at it myself. But, I made that “fatal”-mistake my Dad warned me of…I let the wife know, once too-often! Love the lil’ gal with all my heart, and would defend her to my-death. But the poor-thang cain’t boil water in a microwave, without scorching-it! (No, I’m safe for the moment: She ain’t in screen-reading-range.)☺

Although there IS-one advantage when I cook, even if only for myself. Once I make it? I don’t have nearly the appetite to satisfy, ‘cause I’ve already eaten it once, by the “chef’s-sampler”-allowances…! ☺

When you get to be a plugger, memories of your mother’s cooking are sketchy at best.

So sweet to see the cartoonist recognizing his wife in the upper right corner!

I’m a good cook. Good thing. My second wife would only make ratatouille or curried chicken. They were delicious, mind you, but variety is the spice of life.