Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Why men shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen

The Hunny doesn't usually cook. In fact he's pretty useless at cooking. He can make spaghetti bolognaise, he can boil rice (in a rice cooker) and he can heat up food in the oven, but that's pretty much the extent of his culinary expertise.

A few weeks ago my sister came down to London to visit us and we were going to have sausages and mash for dinner. I thought my sister was going to cook as she'd text me just before I left the office saying "Shall I make a start on dinner" to which I replied "OK!". I came home to find Lily running around playing with my sisters's iphone and Hing in the kitchen with a huge saucepan of potatoes boiling away and sausages in the oven. I opened the lid of the pan and peeked into the pot and was greeted by the sight of huge potatoes bobbing round. Argh. the Hunny hadn't bothered to chop the potatoes up! At least he had the sense to peel them though so I guess we should be gratefull for that!

Anyway, the other night I came home from work and Hing said he would cook and he would make spaghetti bolognaise. He ended up dropping a heavy saucepan lid which was mostly made of glass (Prestige don't you know!) onto our fairly newish ceramic hob and denting and cracking it. Grrrr, I am so angry with him. My lovely ceramic hob is now ruined. And God knows what we're going to tell potential buyers.

So that's it, the Hunny isn't allowed back into the kitchen.

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