A/N: I think this might be a little one-shot about Dom Howard's cooking skills… R/R!
"Crap. Crap, crap, crap," Dom Howard muttered, looking at the smoking pot on the stove. He took off his mitts and began to wave them at the stove, trying to stop the burning macaroni and cheese.
He turned around to get a towel or something bigger to try to cool it off, when he heard fwoop! He turned back around quickly and made a strange sound. "Oh, c'mon!" He looked at the pot that had just gone up in flames. Dom cursed and spat at the fire, angrily. "Why does this happen every time? Every stinkin' time?"
After several minutes of flittering around the kitchen, trying to find something to smother the flames, the fire finally went out.
"Dom!" Matt hollered as he threw the front door open. He and Chris had just gotten back from the grocery store, and he was making the latter carry in all the bags. "Ooh, what is that smell?" his nose scrunched in disgust.
"Your stupid macaroni and cheese you wanted me to make," Dom growled, throwing the towel on the floor, and watching as Matt looked at the large black circle on the stove top.
"…Oh."
"Yeah. And I officially give up cooking."
"Oh, come on Dom. It's only happened a couple times…" Chris encouraged his friend.
"…A couple times too many…" he mumbled.
"Well," Matt said. "Maybe it's not too bad." He walked over to the scorched pot, and grabbed the large spoon Dom had been stirring with. "You just gotta… scrape off the black stuff… on the top… like… that!" He grunted as he struggled to do as he said, and eventually it worked. A small, burned chunk of macaroni came flying out of the pot… and right into Dom's eye. Matt gasped when he realized what he had done, and began to retreat away from the angry blonde that was heading his way.
"Come on man," Chris said. "Calm down. It's not like he meant to."
"You ask me to make some stupid macaroni and cheese for you, which by the way, I almost burnt the house down in doing so. Then you come home, all cheery, and- and… stabbed me in the eye with it! And I bet you didn't even get the hamburger meat I asked for!" Dom yelled.
"Umm, actually…" Matt reached into a Wal-Mart bag and pulled out what Dom had wanted. "We did."
Chris watched as he snagged the meat from Matt's hand and slammed it down on the counter, and proceeded to march into the living room, stomping down the hall and into his bedroom, making sure to slam his door loudly.
Matt sighed in relief. "It's somebody's time of the month."
"I heard that!"