Brain Stew, chapter 1
"Billie Joe," said Mike. "What's for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know," said Billie Joe. "Didn't we promise Tre' he could cook tonight?"
"Oh yeah," said Mike. "We did, didn't we?"
***
Meanwhile Tre' was humming in the kitchen getting ready to cook. (You will find out later that he hasn't a clue what he's doing)
"Hmmm," said Tre'. "I'll make some biscuits! Appetizers!"
He got a large piece of dough and rolled it into a ball. He continued to do this until all of the dough was gone.
"Now I guess I have to cook it," said Tre'. "Hmmm... how hot should the oven be? I don't know, I'll just wing it, how could heat matter?"
It just so happened it did matter. He turned the knob on the oven to about 3000 degrees Farenheit.
"Oh the guys are gonna love this!" yelled Tre'. "Now I just gotta wait till it cooks."
***
About fifteen minutes later Tre' returned to the kitchen for the biscuits. He opened up the oven door and found 10, black, hard, and steaming biscuits.
Now I wonder why these are all black? I don't know maybe their Italian
Tre' picked up the tray of "buscuits," and brought them out to the guys with a big five year old grin on his face.
"Bon Apetit!" said Tre'.
Billie Joe and Mike took a look at the small black balls on their plates.
"Eh... Tre-No time to thank the chef I need to make the main course now," interupted Tre'.
"Let's just try it Mike," whispered Billie Joe to Mike. "We don't want to hurt his feelings."
"Eh... alright," said Mike. "But if its bad we're dumping it!"
"Ok Mike," said Billie Joe, biscuit in hand. "On three. One... two... three!"
They both bit in to the biscuits and heard a large crack.
"Oh my God!" said Mike struggling to swallow his biscuit. "These are horrible."
"Maybe the main course will be better?" said Billie Joe with a forced grin.
"It better be," said Mike.
"I don't know," said Billie Joe. "Didn't we promise Tre' he could cook tonight?"
"Oh yeah," said Mike. "We did, didn't we?"
***
Meanwhile Tre' was humming in the kitchen getting ready to cook. (You will find out later that he hasn't a clue what he's doing)
"Hmmm," said Tre'. "I'll make some biscuits! Appetizers!"
He got a large piece of dough and rolled it into a ball. He continued to do this until all of the dough was gone.
"Now I guess I have to cook it," said Tre'. "Hmmm... how hot should the oven be? I don't know, I'll just wing it, how could heat matter?"
It just so happened it did matter. He turned the knob on the oven to about 3000 degrees Farenheit.
"Oh the guys are gonna love this!" yelled Tre'. "Now I just gotta wait till it cooks."
***
About fifteen minutes later Tre' returned to the kitchen for the biscuits. He opened up the oven door and found 10, black, hard, and steaming biscuits.
Now I wonder why these are all black? I don't know maybe their Italian
Tre' picked up the tray of "buscuits," and brought them out to the guys with a big five year old grin on his face.
"Bon Apetit!" said Tre'.
Billie Joe and Mike took a look at the small black balls on their plates.
"Eh... Tre-No time to thank the chef I need to make the main course now," interupted Tre'.
"Let's just try it Mike," whispered Billie Joe to Mike. "We don't want to hurt his feelings."
"Eh... alright," said Mike. "But if its bad we're dumping it!"
"Ok Mike," said Billie Joe, biscuit in hand. "On three. One... two... three!"
They both bit in to the biscuits and heard a large crack.
"Oh my God!" said Mike struggling to swallow his biscuit. "These are horrible."
"Maybe the main course will be better?" said Billie Joe with a forced grin.
"It better be," said Mike.
