Catherine was, by her own omission, a terrible cook. So when, for their anniversary, sheโ€™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 youโ€™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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42 thoughts on “Take-away

      1. Jane Dougherty says:

        No, but I have a daughter called Catherine so it’s maybe in the DNA ๐Ÿ™‚ There hasn’t been a frying pan, casserole or grill invented that my dad couldn’t set fire to.

  1. James says:

    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.

  2. pennygadd51 says:

    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.

  3. Dale says:

    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.

  4. Balaka says:

    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

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