My wife can't cook.
Upon arriving home to an empty house. I smelled an odor coming from the top of the stove.
Inside the pot was a chunk of something that resembled a roast. I tore off a piece and threw it on the floor for the dog.
She arrived home with, " I made us a roast for dinner. " "What is the dog doing in the kitchen, licking his butt?"
"I saw the roast" I replied. "He's trying to kill the taste."