My dad makes hellish dishes.
Here's an avereged recipe, cause there's a lot of variations.
He takes soup, but he doesn't heat it, heating something up is not about my dad. He takes that soup, dumps it on a frying pan and starts frying it. Adds in an enormous ammounts of onion, garlic, black and red pepper FLOUR! for viscosity, tomato paste on top. All of this is fryed-up intill the smoke. Then he removes it from fire and cooles
it up on a balcony. Then after he brings it inside and adds a lavish amount of mayo he starts eating it. Eating right on the frying pan, scrubbing it with spoon. As he eats he says under his breath oh fuck. He even starts sweating. Sometimes he kindly offers me some, but I refuse. Do I even need to tell about how wildly he farts afterwards? The stench is so bad, even wallpaper comes off.