Strange Conversations: Part Nineteen
Posted 27 June 2008 in Strange Conversations
During the preparations for dinner tonight, while Nick was frying some sausages:
ME: Honey?
NICK: Yes?
ME: Two things, really. One, I would like some more wine.
NICK: Okay.
ME: Two, why is my kitchen slowly filling up with smoke?
NICK: You can’t break an omelette without making some eggs.
ME: And the omelette in this metaphor would be . . .?
NICK: Freedom!
Sometimes, I wish I were making these up.
Share your thoughts [5]
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Tim wrote at Jun 27, 10:31 PM:
There’s no fire without smoke.
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Catriona wrote at Jun 27, 10:57 PM:
And, of course, every silver lining has a cloud.
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Tim wrote at Jun 27, 11:06 PM:
Too much broth spoils the cooks.
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Tim wrote at Jun 27, 11:11 PM:
Thinking of which, is your kitchen now smoke-free?
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Catriona wrote at Jun 28, 08:32 AM:
Oh, yes—it was fairly minimal smoke. Not like the time I put a tea towel down on the stove top, directly on a ring that I’d accidentally turned on. That was bad—made worse by the fact that my mother and I spent fifteen minutes debating whether it actually was smoke before one of us bothered to get up and check.
This was more warning smoke.
Nick has a deeply ingrained belief that if it’s worth cooking in a frying pan or wok, it’s worth cooking at the highest available heat, and damn the consequences to the benchtops. Usually he’s justified, but this time his attention must have wandered.
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