It’s Almost Friday :)

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Diary of a New Bride

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 kind of 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 and 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?”

It has to be his job.

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