I burnt my finger today as I tried to get a pressure cooker to open. (Yes, a pressure cooker. Surely you have heard of it. Incase you haven’t, it is that funny little pot which has a whistle and it is daring enough to whistle at your wife mostly while she tries to make lunch in a hurry!) I haven’t got a blister but it is all red and it burns. Like the time I dropped one whole litre of boiling milk on myself while trying to pour it out in a glass. I was red and then pink for a whole week while Z!, was red for two weeks. Funny how my blunders have an effect on my Hub. He didn’t show a reaction today, Thankfully. I am sure he has gotten used to my ways by now.
I was talking to a friend a while ago and I told her about the episode and she remarks, “Just like a newly married bride!!” I have been married 18months now and she still refers to me as the ‘dulhan‘ and she still strongly believes that I am on my honeymoon. The reason, she explains, is that we haven’t any children. According to her a couple are newly married untill they become three or announce that they are expecting or that they are planning. Since we show no signs of starting a family, we are newly weds. Interesting.
Also according to her, every woman has memories (scars too) from her newly married days. ‘We all have ’em’, she says. ‘A cut, a bruise, the memory of dropping the iron on the family cat (???), stuff like that’. I guess she is right. No matter how good you are at the home front , you are bound to make some very silly blunders (mostly in the kitchen). I have had my days too and for the record, here it is.
1.Poured boiling milk on the floor rather than the glass and in the process, on to myself too. My hands and feet were red and pink for a week. Ooh, it burned bad.
2. I have never transfered the pulses from the bags to their jars without throwing them around the kitchen.
3. Cut myself with a knife after… I dropped it accidently onto the floor breaking it’s tip and then picked it up and touched the broken part to see if it was sharp. (I leave my brains in the bedroom before I enter the kitchen! It sleeps while I cook.)
I can’t remember anymore but I am sure there are more.