My alcoholic ex-roommate lived off of Hungry Man Dinners and had at least one a day. I told my friend about this particular dining habit and he started referring to them as "drunken man dinners" and thus a cooking legend was born. Steve missed some serious endorsement opportunities.
The camera shows Steve in the kitchen taking a drunken man dinner out of the oven and starts his sales pitch. He staggers over to the dining room table and slurs "A drunken man dinner and a case of beer with a Jack Daniels chaser. Just like my Mom used to make." He then stumbles and face plants right into the mashed potatoes. These are the things that commercial legends are made of.
Steve had this toaster oven that he swore by and I made the mistake of opening it one time and it had about two years worth of crumbs and crud in it. I don't think he had cleaned it since the Clinton administration but since he was the master of the toaster oven and an expert on drunken man dinners, I thought maybe it added flavor. When I moved in, the microwave looked just as bad but since I used it, I cleaned it myself.
When Steve moved out, he cleaned out the freezer and I was shocked to see that I only had one item in the freezer- A box of toaster strudels. The rest of our space was taken up by drunken man dinners and other toaster oven meals that only a drunken man could see as gourmet cooking at it's finest. I now have a craving for a drunken man dinner but I am out of alcohol.
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