Welcome to the newest addiction to the Specimen Sample.
Ronnie.. well he cooks, to say the least.... Here are his stories.

I am specialised in drying things up a little (e.g. meat) or make them crunchy (the fries). I have to admit crunchy isn't so good all the time though. Not too long ago I had to cook for myself and, as usual, it was delicious I pealed the potatoes, cooked them, no problem. I had to make some kind of hotchpotch with sauerkraut, so I well... more or less pressed the cooked potatoes to hotchpotch… Hotchpotch is… well that doesn't really matter, the dictionary said that. While I was doing so I all of a sudden thought "you almost forgot the spices" ...  I took the pepper, no problem, put some pepper on it, lovely… then next... nutmeg. That usually tastes delicious. So I took it, held it above the food and started shaking, but no nutmeg out of it. I shaked a little harder.... The cap fell off right into my meal and a whole bunch of nutmeg fell into it... It was an awful sight. I decided to take the dustbuster and tried to suck the worst of it out of there... didn't really work. Finally I took a spoon and ladled the worst out of it but still... afterwards it tasted awfully strong like nutmeg. I think no one ever tried my cooking methods

A little longer ago I had to warm up a sausage, my mother had baked it the day before, and I only had to warm it up. And so I did put it on. Meanwhile I went upstairs, I was doing something behind the computer but I was so intense with that I forgot the sausage. When I got back it sure was lovely warm... a little crunchy again though.

My mother made me some macaroni. Great. No macaroni without tomato catchup. So she took the squeeze bottle opened the cap and started squeezing... but no tomato catchup. She decided to squeeze harder. (Just a quick note, the macaroni was right before me). No tomato catchup... she shouted "Jo!! (My dad) There's nothing coming out of this thing!" My father came looking what was wrong and my mother gave it a last shot..... BWAM! She squeezed so hard the cap was blown off and I was from my hips and up totally covered with tomato catchup... my father saw it, my speechless for several seconds, and returned back to where he came from, he wasn't even able to say "what..." I wasn't really aware what happened... but when I looked at my clothes I knew exactly what had happened a few moments earlier.