Diary Of a Young Wife
Monday:
Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home.
It's fun to cook for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe
said, "Beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do
that, so I had to borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned
out fine though.
Tuesday:
We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, "serve without
dressing." So I didn't dress. But Tim happened to bring a friend home
for supper that night. They both looked so startled when I served them; I
think it was the salad.
Wednesday:
I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly
before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath before
steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the day. I
can't say it improved the rice anyhow.
Thursday:
Today Tim asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe.
It said, prepare ingredients, and then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour
before serving." I hunted all over the place for a garden and when I
got one, I tossed my salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there
for over one hour so the dog would not take it. Tim came over and asked
if I felt all right.I wonder why? He must be stressed at work; I'll try
to be supportive.
Friday:
Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients
in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did,to my mum's place. There must have
been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back home
again, it looked the same as when I left it.
Saturday:
Tim went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress
it for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday. I never
noticed back on the farm, but I found an old doll dress and its little
cute shoes. I thought the hen looked really cute. When Tim saw it, he
started counting to ten. Either he was really stressed because of his
work, or he wanted the chicken to dance.
When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and shouting out "why me? why me ?"
Hmmm....It must be his job.
