I went out earlier, doing some electronics shopping and getting ideas for my man cave.
Left my 2 daughter's at hone, my wife went to work.
I got home chilled decided to fry up some fish for a snack. I go in my kitchen, put the pan on the stove and right next to the stove is fluorescent orange box painted on my counter with the words caution.
I was furious, fucking pissed 15k marble countertop. I called my kids down I am like who did this. The older cops to it. I said why in the fuck would you paint a square on my counter top. She tells me that is where her new invention "Cookin Buddy" has to sit. I am like what the fuck is a cooking buddy, she said wait daddy I will show you.
She goe upstairs come down with this metal contraption, a plc, transformer, and whole bunch of other shit nailed to a board.
So what the cooking buddy does is sit next to the stove, it has a probe which you stick in whatever you are heating up, water, milk, oil.
It has a little arm controlled by 3 actuators, you put a cup with pasta, vegetables, lets say grits becaue she lives grits. Grits go in the cup, when the temperature of the water reaches whatever poin you set it picks up the cup and dumps it in the boiling water. Its also has bluetooth so she can control it from her laptop.
So I asked what the hell is the orange box for on my coutertop. Well that's the exact spot cookin buddy has to sit, it's a robot, it dont know where the pot is.
So I said you know nobody is gonna want a box on they're counter, and I asked who is too lazy to wait for the water to boil, to add whatever.
Well daddy, now I can come home, put the pan of water on, I can put the grits in the cup. I can turn cookin buddy on and go upstairs and do other things, and wa-la grits are done.
So I asked her has she tried it yet, she said no. I said I guarantee it's going to be the worst grits you will ever eat. She said no it's not, I said I GURANTEE the worst.
I said it's going to be one big ass clump, who is going to stir the grits ?
She just looked at me, and said I didnt think about that.
Know, I love my daughter and I will fully support her in her endeavors. I always encourage them to think outside the box, and the kid truly is board line genius. Book sense dont equate to common sense.
I didnt take the wind out of her sails, so she said she is going to work on the details.
Left my 2 daughter's at hone, my wife went to work.
I got home chilled decided to fry up some fish for a snack. I go in my kitchen, put the pan on the stove and right next to the stove is fluorescent orange box painted on my counter with the words caution.
I was furious, fucking pissed 15k marble countertop. I called my kids down I am like who did this. The older cops to it. I said why in the fuck would you paint a square on my counter top. She tells me that is where her new invention "Cookin Buddy" has to sit. I am like what the fuck is a cooking buddy, she said wait daddy I will show you.
She goe upstairs come down with this metal contraption, a plc, transformer, and whole bunch of other shit nailed to a board.
So what the cooking buddy does is sit next to the stove, it has a probe which you stick in whatever you are heating up, water, milk, oil.
It has a little arm controlled by 3 actuators, you put a cup with pasta, vegetables, lets say grits becaue she lives grits. Grits go in the cup, when the temperature of the water reaches whatever poin you set it picks up the cup and dumps it in the boiling water. Its also has bluetooth so she can control it from her laptop.
So I asked what the hell is the orange box for on my coutertop. Well that's the exact spot cookin buddy has to sit, it's a robot, it dont know where the pot is.
So I said you know nobody is gonna want a box on they're counter, and I asked who is too lazy to wait for the water to boil, to add whatever.
Well daddy, now I can come home, put the pan of water on, I can put the grits in the cup. I can turn cookin buddy on and go upstairs and do other things, and wa-la grits are done.
So I asked her has she tried it yet, she said no. I said I guarantee it's going to be the worst grits you will ever eat. She said no it's not, I said I GURANTEE the worst.
I said it's going to be one big ass clump, who is going to stir the grits ?
She just looked at me, and said I didnt think about that.
Know, I love my daughter and I will fully support her in her endeavors. I always encourage them to think outside the box, and the kid truly is board line genius. Book sense dont equate to common sense.
I didnt take the wind out of her sails, so she said she is going to work on the details.
