Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home.
It’s fun to cook for Emmy. 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.
We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, “Serve without dressing.”
So I didn’t dress. But Emmy 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.
I decided to serve rice and found a recipe that 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.
Today Emmy 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.
Emmy came over and asked if I felt all right. I wonder why? He must be stressed at work; I’ll try to be supportive.
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 dad’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.
Emmy 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 cute. When Emmy saw it, he started counting to ten. Either he was 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?”