There's a shortage of dessert spoons in our house. Lib cleaned out the kitchen drawers some time ago and threw out many things, including much cutlery she didn't like or thought superfluous. I rescued quite a few knick knacks from the garbage bin. There are only 5 or 6 spoons now for daily use, another box of good cutlery is tucked away in the parlour if we have visitors.
Not only did Lib toss out a lot of cutlery, she rearranged the storage in the kitchen of plates, glasses, you name it. It's amazing how strong habit is. After weeks I still go to the old place first when looking for something and it's been the source of much good natured ribbing between the men, Gord, Rob, and me, and Lib, the sole female and culprit in this exercise in kitchen dominance.
The spoon shortage hasn't worried me, I use one for my muesli and fruit at breakfast and that's it. We rarely have dessert after the evening meal. It annoys Gord though. A creature of habit in the extreme, he has yoghurt and other desserts late into the evening. Lib was working early this morning and, as is my habit, I was up first preparing breakfast while she showered. Gord had to get up at the same time to get an early bus to TAFE.
I hadn't done the dishes from last night. The plates with cutlery on top were stacked neatly in the sink soaking. As chief dishwasher (self appointed) I'm consciuous of water saving and have developed my own system. Gord put his bowls and spoons on top after his late night sorties from the fridge. Today, he couldn't find a clean spoon for his cereal and started to whinge.
"You don't have to winge to me about that, Gord" I said taking one of his last night's spoons from the sink. "All you do is grab one of these and rinse it quickly and rub it with the tea towel." I may have over accentuated the hand actions and sounded critical as his response surprised me.
"There's no need to be a moron." He took the spoon I offered and washed and dried it again. Ever since he did a food handler's course at TAFE a couple of years ago he's told me how to do things in the kitchen.
Lib had come down and was eating her muesli. She joined in. "Can you take those pork schnitzels out of the freezer for tonight. And bring a lettuce home, ya bastard."
She was smiling broadly after she said it. Family Life. A lot of fun. You can never get too big for your boots.
2 comments:
I think Lib was right ya old bastard.
How are you anyway. Life over here is somewhat lame burt we are trying to get around the state a bit. I have been reading Gus Rybergs book again (The Four W's). It really is a precurser to our modern blog. All his articles were written for the Trader from about 1983 and appeared weekly. It covered the history of the local area from 1950 (some of which must be anecdotal - Gus was getting on a bit but he wasn't that old.
If you have no objections I want to use this comparison as a subject for Signpost (hey it will boost your readership no end).
My new email is clobill@bigpond.com.au.
Hi to Lib anf the family.
Bill Clohesy
I have no objection Bill. My readership could do with a boost but I haven't explored the blogging tecniques. All the same, I think I have more latent Gembrook readers than meets the eye.
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