My kitchen - again. It's a massively hot and humid day outside - we're wilting from the heat and finding things to do indoors until the sun starts to go down.
Sunday, 3:45 pm
Me (walking in and observing that Brian is wiping off the top of the stove - actual range pictured): Wow - thanks for wiping that down. You know, I usually hit it (the black glass top) with the vacuum first to get the dust and food off.
Brian: Oh - I'd never do that. What about the fire?
Me: Um - fire?
Brian: You know - the fire (pointing) - in the metal box.
Me: You mean a pilot light?
Brian: Yeah - that. If I blow that out - there's gas. We'll die.
Me: It's an electric start.
Brian: No fire. In the metal box?
Me: Am I in the road company of 'Nell"? No - there is no pilot light - look! (demonstrate electric starter)
Brian: I'm going outside.
Philip: sigh - please do.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, 5:03 pm
Me (walking in): Hey, honey - whatch'a doing with the Moosewood Cookbook?
Brian: Trying to find a chicken salad recipe- we have all that grilled chicken and I thought we could do something with it.
Me: Okay - you realize you're looking in a vegetarian cookbook, right?
Brian: (Shoots me the 'F You' look - then leaps to defense) No! Hey! Why the hell do you have a vegetarian cookbook anyway? We're not vegetarians.
Me: No - but some of our friends and guests are.
Brian: Okay - well. I didn't think it was vegetarian. I thought it was all desserts - you know?
Me: And you thought it was all desserts and were still looking for a chicken salad recipe.......really...
Brian (glaring): I hate you. (storms out)