My dad cooks fucking hell's meals.
Well, this is an average recipe, because there are a lot of variations. He takes soup, but he doesn't heat it, heating is not about my dad. He takes this soup, dumps it in a frying pan and starts to fry it. He adds a huge amount of onion,
garlic, black and red pepper and even flour to make it viscous. He also adds tomato paste on the top of it. Then he fries it all until it smokes. Then he removes it from fire and leaves at the balcony for cool down. Then dad brings it in, covers it with mayo generously and starts to eat. While he eats from the frying pan, he scratches the pan with a spoon. He eats and whispers 'oh fuck'. At the same time he has sweat on his forehead. He kindly offers me this dish sometimes, but i refuse. Do i need to tell you about the wild farting after that? The stench is so strong, so wallpapers peel off the walls.