Monday, March 15, 2004
Another Monday conquered. Its all downhill from here (if you have a nice quiet week ahead, which I don't). Except my weeks are like skiing the expert runs at Beaver Creek (much scarier looking than those at Vail). You get halfway down and can't decide whether you'd be safer climbing back to the top or try your luck making it all the way down. Depending on the week screaming for help until the ski patrol take pity and save you seems like the kindest route. Also good choice because the ski patrol are generally really fit men...
But I should think of the husband-to-be... a very nice-to-look-at man, though a bit useless if stuck on a ski run. Also a bit useless in the kitchen - I had to tell him tonight that the strange smell in the kitchen was the pie burning in the oven. God help me. No, God cook for me - that would help me. (Apologies for those sensitive to taking the Lord's name in vain - he knows it's all in good fun) .
So during the quick master class on how not to flambé a cook-from-frozen pie he came out with "I can cook things in the oven, I'm just not very good with pots" So not only is he delusional about his ability to cook in the oven, his reasoning for not being able to cook pasta (I kid you not) is "I'm not good with pots." How can you not be good with pots? We're not talking about complex machinery, but a pot. I can understand the oven - all those settings and twiddley things - blenders or steamers can be confusing if your not used to them, but pots? They're pretty basic kitchen equipment.
So if you love me you know what to get us for the wedding: either a chef (French or Italian), or cooking classes for the other half.
But I should think of the husband-to-be... a very nice-to-look-at man, though a bit useless if stuck on a ski run. Also a bit useless in the kitchen - I had to tell him tonight that the strange smell in the kitchen was the pie burning in the oven. God help me. No, God cook for me - that would help me. (Apologies for those sensitive to taking the Lord's name in vain - he knows it's all in good fun) .
So during the quick master class on how not to flambé a cook-from-frozen pie he came out with "I can cook things in the oven, I'm just not very good with pots" So not only is he delusional about his ability to cook in the oven, his reasoning for not being able to cook pasta (I kid you not) is "I'm not good with pots." How can you not be good with pots? We're not talking about complex machinery, but a pot. I can understand the oven - all those settings and twiddley things - blenders or steamers can be confusing if your not used to them, but pots? They're pretty basic kitchen equipment.
So if you love me you know what to get us for the wedding: either a chef (French or Italian), or cooking classes for the other half.
