Thursday, January 19, 2006
Pinnochio's Nose
Got home from work the other day, a little hungry, so check out the kitchen. Mmmm, meatball sauce for pasta. Taste, hmmm, there was a bitter, acrid edge to the sauce, just like it was burnt.
"Darling, did you burn the sauce?"
"No, I didn't."
Another taste.
"Are you sure?"
Looking me right in the eye.
"Darling, I promise you I didn't burn the sauce."
Now is a good time to keep quiet, so I help with putting the pasta on. I'm not saying another word about the sauce. After the pasta is cooked, put a splash of olive oil and a grating of grana over it and mix. Put on plates, some meatballs on top and a dollop of sauce. Dinner is served.
After a couple of bites daughter M. says she doesn't like it, goes to the kitchen and gets some plain pasta. I haven't said a word. We soldier on. Just as I'm finishing the pasta, look over to D's. plate. There, on the edge are little black flakes, the colour of charcoal, exactly the same as those on the edge of my plate. I've been quiet for a long time now.
"I burnt the onions."
"Did you?" with the best surprise I could muster.
D. was right, she didn't burn the sauce.
Kind of wondered later though, if Pinnochio had said it, would his nose have grown longer?
"Darling, did you burn the sauce?"
"No, I didn't."
Another taste.
"Are you sure?"
Looking me right in the eye.
"Darling, I promise you I didn't burn the sauce."
Now is a good time to keep quiet, so I help with putting the pasta on. I'm not saying another word about the sauce. After the pasta is cooked, put a splash of olive oil and a grating of grana over it and mix. Put on plates, some meatballs on top and a dollop of sauce. Dinner is served.
After a couple of bites daughter M. says she doesn't like it, goes to the kitchen and gets some plain pasta. I haven't said a word. We soldier on. Just as I'm finishing the pasta, look over to D's. plate. There, on the edge are little black flakes, the colour of charcoal, exactly the same as those on the edge of my plate. I've been quiet for a long time now.
"I burnt the onions."
"Did you?" with the best surprise I could muster.
D. was right, she didn't burn the sauce.
Kind of wondered later though, if Pinnochio had said it, would his nose have grown longer?
4 Comments:
Hi Neil, do ya think pinnochio would have burned the sauce. Not with Guisseppi looking over his shoulder, albeit wooden. I think M. knew best on this occasion, hehe. well at least we know now M. is your child, haha (carol).
By the way, fishing is OK on the 5th/Feb, the weekend after is Solace's birthday. See ya then, Gregory and Carol.
Hahaha! As a fellow Domestic Goddess, I have to side your wife....she did not burn the sauce. So good of you to just keep on eating, I am sure that earned you some points!
Hi Carol & Greg, do you mean Gepetto? 'Cause I heard that Pinnochio went to Gepetto and told him that his girlfriend was complaining that every time they made love, she was getting splinters. Gepetto advised him that sandpaper was all he needed. A few days later Gepetto asked Pinnochio how he was getting on with the girls. Pinnochio replied "Who needs girls."
Hi Angela, thanks for the nice spin, I may need those points one day.
The wife never burns the sauce. I loved Pinocchio as a kid. And the donkey.
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