Why my husband is not allowed to cook.

So, my husband works at this little company with just a dozen people and every year they do this get together/team building exercise thing, which basically ends up being a weekend of groups activities followed by beer and cards. This year, they got fancy and tried to feed themselves. It did not end well.

After I ate dinner, I texted him some pics of the baby and ask if he's eaten and he texts me a pic of......

Me: *trying to be nice* a bit burnt is it?

Husband: not just a bit

Husband: it was literally on fire

Here's the kicker, last year's team building exercise was a 6 hour cooking class.

FYI. I did not figure out they started out as steaks until we were looking through photos later.