Pickles by Brian Crane for April 27, 2023

Wrong kind of help Earl. Stuck foot in mouth. Again.

He regrew his mustache. Now he needs to grow a few brain cells…

Don’t diss her dish.

doesn’t matter what he says

doesn’t matter what he does

Earl can’t win

Has he always known his foot would fit in his mouth?

Open mouth, change foot.

Permanently in the dog house……………

I’ll have to add that to the “never the right answer” list.

At least it’s better than eating that casserole!

Earl never learns.

Been there Earl!

Meanwhile, maybe Roscoe gets to eat the casserole. At least the dog wins.

So much easier for some to remember the bad things rather than the good.

When she lets him in, his reward will be the casserole

Some times, trying to be helpful just doesn’t work out.

Earl has “foot in mouth disease”.

No matter " what " , always say " it is good " to the question . how does it taste ?

Just blame the recipe. That’s what I do.

Diplomacy has never been Earl’s best skill.

That sounds like something I’d have said, no wonder I like this guy so much.

A closed mouth gathers no foot

Yup, Earl has Foot-in-Mouth disease.

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“You’re the expert” probably wouldn’t work either.

Rule #1: Only open your mouth to EAT.!!!

Apologize, Earl, and bring her flowers and chocolates!

Earl will never learn to keep his mouth shut at stressful times like these…

Some people just can’t bear to hear the unvarnished truth.

Perhaps the casserole was a noodle casserole with canned cat food instead of canned tuna (Jon Arbuckle obliviously made one once).

What she left him with is almost as impossible to answer to as “do these jeans make my butt look big?”

I see the word “casserole” and I head for the toilet.

Join Roscoe tonight.

I was lucky growing up my Mother was from France and an excellent cook and my Father was a great cook and cooked American ……. So I learned to cook and am a pretty fair cook as well …… :)

Having been the cook of the house, if I made a meal that I felt wasn’t great or was told it really wasn’t as expected, we could agree it wasn’t my best effort. I would sometimes suggest going out to eat or ordering a pizza instead. Bad meals can happen to good cooks. Maybe it was a new recipe. Earl’s insult would have left him making whatever he wanted while I made myself something else.

Many, many, many years ago, when I was a toddler (yes, even I was a toddler once upon a time), my mother made a huge pot of oyster stew for dinner. She was using a recipe that had omitted a very important step; “If using canned oysters, they should be drained and rinsed before using.” Since I was very young, and my father often worked late, I was frequently given my dinner and put to bed long before he got home. (I must point out that mother rarely tasted as she cooked, because a recipe gave you everything you needed to know, right?) I had one spoonful of the stuff, which I sprayed all over the kitchen table, and exclaimed “YUCK!” in no uncertain terms. Still not sampling the stew herself, Mother was annoyed, and ultimately I was sent to bed without my supper. She was further annoyed when I thanked her heartily and obediently toddled off to bed. It seems when my dad had gotten home and had sat down at the table for his dinner, he’d tried a spoonful before mother had joined him. More tactful than I, he managed to choke it down but gently asked, “Honey, have you tasted this?” I was awakened by my nearly hysterical apologetic mother, while dad was outside digging a hole in backyard to bury the stuff. He said the smell drew all the neighborhood cats, but even they wouldn’t eat the mess. When my mother related the story to my grandmother, Granny laughed so hard she had to take one of her pills and have a good lie-down, and the tale became a family legend – not unlike the fate of the lamp in A Christmas Story.

Only the cook gets to criticize the food. You want to be the cook?

Just eat it and smile.

The most diplomatic thing comes to mind is “It’s a learning experience. They can’t all be winners “. Still, when i cook or choose the entertainment or restaurant, I feel guilty and responsible for the outcome. That’s why I yearn for input and often don’t get it.

“HA HA remember that ONE casserole where I turned gree→ROLLING PIN THWAK!!!<”

…..the Shadow knows……

WOW Earl, I guess you can sleep in the Studebaker

After all those years of marriage, Earl remains a slow learner!!!

This lock out could last ’til Hell freezes over!

It’s not what you say, it’s the way….No, sometimes it IS what you say. Sorry, Earl.

Great laugh, made my day, great set-up, funny kicker, reread, laughe again, thanks Brian…

ROFLMAO, Right answer, Wrong execution.

He could’ve lied through his teeth and said “It’s not bad.” Unfortunately, that might backfire because she’ll say “Oh, you like it then!” Let’s face Earl, this was one Waterloo you couldn’t get yourself out of. Such is life.

Opal and Flo of Andy Capp have been swapping recipes.

I used to date someone and cooked for him sometimes. I enjoyed cooking for him and tried to make very nice meals partly because he always complimented me and thanked me for a good dinner. Eventually, we were cooking together so I could help him learn some of the dishes he liked that I had made.

Earl…if you agree, you’re in trouble. If you disagree, same thing. You’re a husband and you’ll never be right.