Catherine was, by her own omission, a terrible cook. So when, for their anniversary, she’d offered to cook a romantic meal Peter was filled with both pride and horror.
Peter stared through the train window. The idea that Catherine be left in the kitchen alone with a diamond-cut knife was one thing, but throw into the mix boiling water, searing hot pans and a complete lack of respect for logic and timing and you’ve got yourself a recipe for disaster.
As the train pulled in he was comforted by the sight of 3 chip shops, and an Indian takeaway.
The names used within this piece are purely fictional and any baring on myself and my gorgeous lady wife of whom I have the utmost respect, admiration and love are purely coincidental.
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The narrator sounds more concerned by the fall-back arrangements for his evening meal than he does for the safety of his spouse. Nice take on the prompt.
She’s a tough cookie 🙂
Sounds like my dad.
Your dad was called Catherine? 😉 Thanks for reading.
No, but I have a daughter called Catherine so it’s maybe in the DNA 🙂 There hasn’t been a frying pan, casserole or grill invented that my dad couldn’t set fire to.
If the prompt picture is the outcome of Catherine’s efforts, he’s in for a bigger shock than he expected when he gets home…
Well indeed!
Nice one…He’s got his priorities sorted out. 😀
ha!
Good to have a back up plan.
This is true.
I gal after my own heart. I used to use the smoke alarm as a timer.
DJ
Noooo! 🙂
Not sure if he doesn’t realize yet, or if he’s more concerned about his own dinner, but either way, gave me a little chuckle.
Chuckles are good. Thanks 🙂
he may be surprised by just how badly Catherine’s cooking can go wrong
🙂 thanks for reading.
Dear Peter,
I had a cousin like Catherine. https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/04/schuhleder/ Good one. Love hearing you read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. I have a wife like Catherine. She’s called Catherine.
He’ll need more than a few chips and a chicken vindaloo to get over what he’ll discover when he gets home!
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I think you might be right.
Hopefully the Missus burning the place down was only in his imagination. Fortunately, mine is a terrific cook with an excellent sense of timing. Now I’m hungry.
🙂 Thanks for reading James.
Enjoyed reading that! I have friends who are dreadful cooks and whenever I’m invited to dinner I always offer to pick up a takeaway – to save them the hassle of cooking!
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Teehee! What a shock Peter will get when he reaches his home! I hope Catherine ‘just popped down to the store’ leaving stuff frying on the hob, and was safely out of the way when the conflagration began.
🙂 Thanks for reading!
Why he should feel comforted by the chip shops and Indian take-away is beyond me… poor bugger once he gets home and finds out she by-passed said shops! Always love your reading.
🙂 Very kind.
So funny and entertaining. I wonder what she burned…..
Thanks!
Well done. (Get it?)
Wacka Wacka! ;-D
Haha! Peter’s gonna get his salvation in a butter chicken gravy and some chips. Nicely done.
It’s good to have a backup plan. I’ve had some Catherine meal moments. Thankfully we have always lived near takeout.
Ha ha ha…the husband sounds like mine…in my initial days of marriage my hubby used to feel scared each time I entered the kitchen.. good story..enjoyed
Kitchens can be dangerous places. This is great.
Thank you Claire.
It’s actually so cute. A husband who is more worried about his wife than about getting fed and has an alternative in mind is a real man!💐
Your disclaimer cracked me up!
😉 Thanks.
Ha.. I have a feeling that his spouse might have set it up with catering already.