A/N: Something short, and inspired by my mother. I blame her for this. Honestly, I do. XD Short, crack filled, yeah. I think it's okay.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


Never Trust a Holiday Ham
by Mint Pizza Queen

It was a difficult thing to admit, but--

Sasuke just couldn't cook!

Naruto didn't say this to his face, of course, because he didn't exactly feel like being incinerated any time soon, thank you very much.

But seriously.

You would've thought living alone for half of his childhood and having to fend for himself that he would've learned a few tricks of the cuisine trade.

Heh, apparently not so with Sasuke.

Naruto learned this the hard way over Christmas break, when Sasuke had invited him over for the holidays.

It was a shame really, that holiday ham looked so good--

--but something was up with that gravy.

Only, it wasn't gravy. It was burnt pudding.

Who burns pudding!?

The question here would actually be--how?

Seriously, how can pudding, a refrigerated food, be burnt? It's not even meant to go near a stove! Or a microwave!

Alas, poor Naruto. That seemingly innocent ham wasn't really that innocent.

Just ask Tsunade! She was the one who had taken care of him while he was in the hospital for a month because of food poisoning.

Oh, and it was all Sasuke's fault that he missed New Year's.