Portuguese Stew.

On Sundays my mother would make Portuguese stew. A typical Portuguese treat, much awaited by the family. On one fateful Sunday (fate is always said to play a part in Portuguese stupidity, that's why we sing it and call it "fado" - it's as national a music as your country or blues, by the way), on one fateful Sunday, as I was saying, I decided to test the temperature of said stew with - you guessed right - a normal thermometer. Needless to say, lunch was ham and cheese sandwiches, which is outrageous by Portuguese standards.

Just in case it isn't needless to say: Stew is a lot hotter then a body thermometer. The thermometer couldn't handle the heat and exploded into the stew. Delicious!

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