A husband and wife signed up for a cooking class taught by a world-famous chef.
The only problem?
They’d stayed up half the night binge-watching movies.
About ten minutes into the lesson, the wife quietly nodded off in her chair.
Just then, the chef looked around the room and asked,
“Who can tell me the main ingredient in bread?”
The husband, desperate to save her from embarrassment, gave her a gentle nudge.
She jumped to her feet, still half asleep, and blurted,
“Flour!”
The chef smiled.
“Exactly right!”
The class applauded.
A few minutes later…
She was fast asleep again.
The chef continued.
“Now then… what ingredient makes dough rise?”
Another gentle poke from her husband.
She popped up instantly.
“Yeast!”
“Perfect!” the chef replied.
Her husband grinned.
“This is working better than I thought!”
But only a few minutes later…
She was snoring again.
The chef prepared another question.
The husband gave her a slightly harder poke.
She sprang to her feet just as the chef asked,
“What should you do if your dough becomes too sticky?”
Still half asleep—and convinced her husband had poked her one time too many—she pointed a finger at him and shouted,
“If you poke me ONE more time… I’m going to smash this frying pan over your head!”
The room went silent.
The chef blinked…
Then burst out laughing.
“Well… that wasn’t the answer in my recipe…”
“…but I think her husband just learned something today!” 😂
