A dinner containing a portion of meat, potatoes, and a vegetable. The dinner is then packaged and froze, and stored with a large quantity of other Dutch Dinners. These are all presented to a student, by a mother or aunt, at one visit to their college or university.
Jeff: Hey, do you have anything to eat?
Sam: Ya, I brought some dutch dinners back last time I went home.
Sam: Ya, I brought some dutch dinners back last time I went home.
by Alex_Powers October 19, 2012
Get the Dutch Dinners mug.I made you a dinner box and left it in the refrigerator and you can heat it up in the microwave when you get home. (Not to be confused with “box dinner”.)
by Butterbox December 7, 2021
Get the Dinner Box mug.A codeword for homosexual men, dating back to the 80s and part of the early 90s. If a man wanted to signal to other homosexuals in a restaurant, he would specifically order a turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and turkey gravy on the side. Then afterwards said homosexual would head out to the nearest secluded area, usually a wooded enviroment.
Jim just ordered the Turkey Dinner with Mashed Potatoes and Gravy on the side, he must be looking for a hookup in the woods.
by FedUpLineCook August 22, 2019
Get the Turkey Dinner with Mashed Potatoes and Gravy mug.It is when you eat and have FUN. For that to happen you have to enjoy who you are with, you must have a riveting convo and the food must be good.
yesterday i went to dinner with my friend lars, we engaged in some riveting conversation, the food was great and the bubblegum ice cream was spectacular. It was a fun dinner.
by hilars June 12, 2011
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Get the Washing Dinner mug.To be completely defeated, often unfairly, in a contest or competitive situation.
Utterly defeated or outwitted. All over and done with. Finished.
Australian slang.
Utterly defeated or outwitted. All over and done with. Finished.
Australian slang.
by cooperoxide September 10, 2025
Get the Done like a dinner mug.From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, a lamb dinner is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles (some people find it enjoyable, but I cannot for the life of me understand why).
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
by Volando Con El Viento April 20, 2025
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