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Sunday, August 5, 2012
Poor Punkin!
Today is the wife's last day off of work, she goes back tomorrow. In honor of that momentous occasion that she is looking forward to so much, it was her turn for a chopped basket, and after the basket I got on Friday, it was definitely payback time. Originally I had planned on hitting her with Fillo dough, but i chose to forego that because there is a certain amount of preparation involved there that just is not workable with our current game format. So she got Pillsbury pizza crust (thin crust), southern style hash brown potatoes, leeks, and 72% cacao dark chocolate. To put it mildly, it was not her day in the kitchen, or anywhere else for that matter. We went to the store to gather her ingredients. While there a lovely gentleman put on a display of these solid stainless surgical steel knives with a lifetime warranty. We bought a set. The guy used one of the knives to cut the head of a hammer, and then cut a tomato. I was sold right there.So we leave the store with all of these goodies, and the new set of knives. As we are loading the car she realizes she forgot fresh parsley...or cilantro. Back in we go, pick those up and back home.
Once home, I helped her get the kitchen all ready to go for her and we go watch an episode of "Triple D". At right about 4, she say she is ready to go and time starts. From there, things kind of went a little awry. About 10 minutes in she found out just how sharp the new knives were, when she reached for something and hit the knife on a mixing bowl. The knife bounced back and cut her finger. The added fun in that is she had been working with hot peppers and had the juice all over her hands. After about 20 minutes, the bleeding stopped and she returned to the kitchen. After several other setbacks, some extra time, and a complete revision of her plan in the middle, we wound up with a very good dinner, the preparation of which I will leave for her to describe. Sadly, she could not even eat it with us at dinner time. Poor Punkin.
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