Meal Time

So we're at home cooking Dinner last night. Well, semi-cooking.

H is busy making (OK, I'm just going to say it) instant mashed potatoes. Yes, I said it, we were going to eat instant mashed potatoes, and YES I was the one that chose them.

So she puts her Milk, her water and her butter in a pot, and asks me where the lid is for the pot. I reach the six inches it takes me to find it, and she places it on the pot already on the stove. In about 30 seconds I see her grabbing a cloth to pull the lid off of the pot that is now spewing the milk mixture everywhere.

H says a few choice words, nothing bad mind you, she's just aggravated at herself. She asks me to read the box on what she needs to do next.

So I start reading.

Bring Water, Milk, and Butter to a rapid boil in pot ...

and I'm not making this part up ...

Watch closely to prevent boil over.

Yes, it said this. It told her that it was going to boil over. I had to read it three times because I was laughing so hard while she mopped up the mixture. She already knew what it said. She didn't find my amusement very entertaining, but nonetheless, I had to show it to her on the box.

As it turns out, laughing hysterically at the wife while she is cleaning up the mess immediately relegates you to cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, including the milk mixture which is now all over the stove ... or all over you if you have a mean wife (which I don't, thank you).

But it was wort it.