Another one of my ‘goals’ for retirement has been to start cooking again. Spousal Unit (chief cook and bottle washer for the last 20 years) welcomes this, but with a bit of smirk that becomes more and more understandable as time passes. Exhibit A:Me: “Why can’t I get the ice cubes out of the tray?”
Spousal Unit: “Try twisting the tray.”
Me: “Wow – it works.”Spousal Unit: “You have so much to learn.”
Of course, my “rookie” status has led to some gentle hazing from the expert. One morning, I offered to help with breakfast. His response?“Can you make the toast?”
Me: “Retirement is going to be fun – we better keep sharp objects out of the kitchen.”Since then, we have partnered together to make several items (with no calls to 911).
|Pineapple Carrot Cake|
|Philly Cheese Steak Sloppy Joes|
But I don’t think I am out of the woods yet. As we prepared the shopping list for the sloppy joes, Spousal Unit remarked: “Do I need to draw you a map to Kroger?”