Thursday, August 05, 2004
hey, that's from Tiffany's!
One of the most fun things about living with your mate is the ability to continually be surprised. We know each other very well and yet, there is always something.
We thought we'd make a nice dinner at home so I bought the ingredients for chicken stuffed with prosciutto (for him) and turkey bacon (for me) with parsley and cracked pink and black peppercorns. And button mushrooms baking in the broth. How yummy! This dish is a surefire winner for meat-eaters at dinner parties. Failsafe, foolproof, what could go wrong?
Well, since we're not big on baking, our kitchen lacks a rolling pin. The last time I used one was as a small child, inexplicably costumed for Halloween in a housecoat, curlers and ubiquitous rolling pin. What cultural message about wife-dom was laid into me in my early years is too much to contain in this little post, so I'll get to the point.
Since we have no rolling pin, Nick cleverly came up with a makeshift mortar and pestle to bash up the peppercorns. It seemed to work perfectly, he must have thought. A glass McCormick spice jar fit just fine inside a mug, so he mortared and pestled away. That is, until I busted him. "Hey, that mug is from Tiffany's!" Fine porcelain, no less. Designed by the infamous Sybil Connolly.
Guess I'll be shopping for a dang rolling pin after all...
We thought we'd make a nice dinner at home so I bought the ingredients for chicken stuffed with prosciutto (for him) and turkey bacon (for me) with parsley and cracked pink and black peppercorns. And button mushrooms baking in the broth. How yummy! This dish is a surefire winner for meat-eaters at dinner parties. Failsafe, foolproof, what could go wrong?
Well, since we're not big on baking, our kitchen lacks a rolling pin. The last time I used one was as a small child, inexplicably costumed for Halloween in a housecoat, curlers and ubiquitous rolling pin. What cultural message about wife-dom was laid into me in my early years is too much to contain in this little post, so I'll get to the point.
Since we have no rolling pin, Nick cleverly came up with a makeshift mortar and pestle to bash up the peppercorns. It seemed to work perfectly, he must have thought. A glass McCormick spice jar fit just fine inside a mug, so he mortared and pestled away. That is, until I busted him. "Hey, that mug is from Tiffany's!" Fine porcelain, no less. Designed by the infamous Sybil Connolly.
Guess I'll be shopping for a dang rolling pin after all...
