GOT A FUNNY STORY TO TELL...SHARE...WE ALL NEED A GOOD LAUGH....BE IT RELATED TO THE KITCHEN, COOKING, OR EVEN JUST GROCERY SHOPPING


Here's one my sister always enjoys bringing up...

okay...after 6 years living in Phoenix I finally moved back to Ohio...to make a long story short I met dh,got engaged and we moved in together...well,he was constantly talking about how much he missed having this "spicy brown mustard"that his mother use to buy him from Aldi's(dh is BIG into mustards)...at this particular point in time I had never shopped at an Aldi's and the one she shopped at had only been in town a few months...so noone in my family had been there yet and besidesl,the Aldis here at the time was located in a not so hot part of town-so I wasn't big on the idea of "braving" it just for some mustard.So finally I suck it up and off I go...now mind you,my family all picks on me for being a bit prissy,I don't think I am but...anyway....off I go...I decided to buy a bunch of them so I wouldnt have to go back for months...so I go in and am told that I have to get a buggy from outside and around the side of the building...crazy but ok...went back in and told them the buggies were stuck....(this is the first time I get looked at like I am an idiot)am now told you have to PAY for a buggie...I would have figured this out but the machine had been vandalized)I make it back in...walk through the doors and look up..oh holy mother of god....there in front of me is a 500 pound red head who is wearing shortalls with nothing but diaper pins in the sides(oh toto were NOT in Target anymore )I manage to recover from my temporary blindness and make it to the mustard...get a buggy full and RAN to the counter....here's where I encounter ACT 2...the cashier-w/ blue streaked hair and like 5 pounds of steel studs embedded in her face and one of those cashiers who is still complaining about the last 10 people she rang up...so in the middle of ranting to the cashier next to her she starts ringing my mustard(thank god I'm almost done)well then I realize that every bottle she rang up is getting litterally TOSSED right back into my buggy... okay fine...you wanna be mad ok...but this is rediculous...so I brave the blue hair and obvious passion for pain and speak up..."I'd like my things in a bag please-if you don't mind"...out of no where she yanks a bag...again w/the toss straight into the buggy and informs me ..."25 cents"....I look at her and say"you're not bagging my items???"...this is where I again get looked at like an idiot...this is when the woman behind me speaks up...I turn around... it's the boob lady...who was so kind as to give me the rundown on how to shop an Aldi's.......so there it was trapped between blue hair and face piercings and a very large topless woman that I learned how to shop at Aldis

so if by chance there's anyone left in the world by this point who has never shopped an aldis and is considering it...

take a quarter for your buggy
and your own bags and/or boxes
have your money or cc in your hand and ready by the time they hit total
..and of course...find one in a good section of town(which thankfully we now haveray: )

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I could have used that tutorial a few years ago before my first trip to Aldi's. Luckily mine was in the midddle of an Amish/Mennonite farming community and the people were normal looking and totally harmless. I just felt like a total idiot.

That is hilarious!!! I have never shopped @ Aldi's & now I am scared too.
One thing that happened to me is one day I was shopping for groceries when my 5 1/2 year old was about 2 and going through her "Blues Clues" stage. Well I was just shopping right along be-bopping along not realizing that I was singing the Blues Clues song to myself quietly until some one said something to me.

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My friend's dd was balking at wearing underwear. She won the battle at home and thought that was the end of it. Right as they entered Fareway her dd yelled at the top of her lungs "but mom I don't want to wear underwear!" She continued shopping and at checkout the cashier asked "Is this the little girl who didn't want to wear underwear?". She was embarrassed.

Mine was a cooking disaster. One of my first. I think I was 10 or 12 and I wanted to cook dinner for my parents so when they got home from work, it was on the table. So I decided to do spagetti. Sounds easy enough, plus there was a can of spagetti sauce so how hard could it be. So I cooked and drained the hamburger, added the spagetti sauce and got it simmering. Got a big pot of water for the noodles ready. I didnt turn it on because I had roughly an hour before my parents would be home. So I looked over everything and it was going good. I was starting to get anxious to start cooking the noodles, but I didnt want to start them too soon. So I thought, if I just set them in the pot now (water still cold and stove not turned on) than when I know I have about 10 minutes, I can start to boil the water. Yeah, that will make the noodles cook faster if I put them in the water now. So they must have soaked for 30 and than I turn on the stove to get the water boiling. Soon my parents were home and impressed with my cooking dinner. I tell everyone one to sit down. I go to drain the noodles and they had turned into a big ball of dough-hard uncooked noodle dough. It was just this ball. I put it on a platter and took it the table. I couldnt figure out what had happened. So my poor dad, not wanting to hurt my feelings tried to cut into the dough ball. I dont think he was able to cut much off, but he put it on his plate, put some sauce on it and tried to eat it. I dont remember if the rest of us tried it or what we ended up doing for dinner. Needless to say, I have not done anything like that since.

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Mine was a cooking disaster. One of my first. I think I was 10 or 12 and I wanted to cook dinner for my parents so when they got home from work, it was on the table. So I decided to do spagetti. Sounds easy enough, plus there was a can of spagetti sauce so how hard could it be. So I cooked and drained the hamburger, added the spagetti sauce and got it simmering. Got a big pot of water for the noodles ready. I didnt turn it on because I had roughly an hour before my parents would be home. So I looked over everything and it was going good. I was starting to get anxious to start cooking the noodles, but I didnt want to start them too soon. So I thought, if I just set them in the pot now (water still cold and stove not turned on) than when I know I have about 10 minutes, I can start to boil the water. Yeah, that will make the noodles cook faster if I put them in the water now. So they must have soaked for 30 and than I turn on the stove to get the water boiling. Soon my parents were home and impressed with my cooking dinner. I tell everyone one to sit down. I go to drain the noodles and they had turned into a big ball of dough-hard uncooked noodle dough. It was just this ball. I put it on a platter and took it the table. I couldnt figure out what had happened. So my poor dad, not wanting to hurt my feelings tried to cut into the dough ball. I dont think he was able to cut much off, but he put it on his plate, put some sauce on it and tried to eat it. I dont remember if the rest of us tried it or what we ended up doing for dinner. Needless to say, I have not done anything like that since.

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Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate.
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I can't think of a good cooking disaster story right now, but goodness knows I have some, but I just had to share my brain fart I just had...I read araefinn's post about spaghetti, chuckle, go on to the next post and as I'm reading, think, wow, two people had the exact same experience! Amazing!

Oh, no, you dork, I say to myself a little too late, it's a double-post! It's been a looonnnng day here! But thanks for the fun stories!

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I was YOUNG when I did this...like 14 or so...but the first time I made chocolate chip cookies without my mom's supervision was at my grandmother's house. She was not exactly "maternal", but she willingly gave up her kitchen for me to bake. Well, I did so without a problem. My cookies looked gorgeous, smelled so yummy, etc....until you took a bite!! Ick, spit, nasty, gross, BITTER!!!! Those were the days that sweet n low had just come out...and when it said "granulated sugar" on the instrctions, well, the sweet n low box said it replace granulated sugar. Only, I sort of did it cup for cup equally!!! Those cookies were so bad that the only person who ate them was an elderly aunt who would have eaten the dog food if we had given it to her. Needless to say, that I can recall, I NEVER got to cook in my grandmother's kitchen again!!!

I also, about this same age decided to make my mom a suprise birthday cake. Again, it LOOKED good..and we had company over and everything. Well, as soon as we starting EATING the cake we discovered that I had used a pan that was an antique for a reason...the lining was peeling off, and as my cake baked, it absorbed up pieces of the pan! Every bite was chew, chew, spit out some silver, chew, chew, spit out more silver!!!! I have to say, though, everyone took it well, and it WAS hilarious!

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