Thursday, 19 April 2012
The Taming Of The Stew
I cooked dinner for Wetsoks earlier this week - a nice wintery beef stew with lots of vegetables, which she eyed with some suspicion.
Wetsoks: (pointing) What's that?
Wetsoks: (pointing) And that?
Me: Carrot. Please don't tell me you can't identify most of the vegetables on sight
There was a short, awkward silence.
Me: Nevermind. Look, here's your plate. Now be careful, it's hot.
Wetsoks: Good god, it's like lava!
Me: Yes, it's hot. I just said that.
Wetsoks: (trying to eat) Volcano stew! I'm losing the first layer of skin from my mouth.
Me: (exasperated) Dude, just wait a minute til it cools.
Wetsoks: Oh, I mean to say - the Cublet and I chose some songs for the Sarahnator's list, for our road trip. She won't like them.
Me: I assume you've included lots of heavy metal, and Glee covers, since those are the things she hates most?
Wetsoks: Yup, I even put 'You're Having My Baby' on it.
Me: It's totally worth the rest of us suffering through that song just to see her face.
Wetsoks: I know.
Me: I love our friends.
I picked up my fork, and decided to test the stew. This, as it turns out, was a mistake.
Me: Ahh! Ahh! It burns!
Wetsoks: (calmly eating stew which is clearly still steaming) Yeah, it kind of does.
Me: I can't feel my tongue! It's burning my mouth!
Wetsoks: Chew quicker.
Me: That's your answer?! Chew quicker? So that it can scorch my insides instead of my mouth?
Wetsoks: Pretty much.
Me: I worry about you sometimes.
Wetsoks: ..... Stew's not bad, by the way.
Me: .....Yeah, I'm proud of it.