Attended a wedding the other day and as I looked at the young newlyweds, I whispered to my wife that the couple looked a tad too young to marry. The wife reminded me of our days and I suddenly realized we all have our ‘early married days stories,’ don’t we? So, let’s peek into the diary of a young wife, also recording her early experiences:
Monday: Home from honeymoon and settled in our new home. It’s fun to cook for Samuel. Today I made a cake for my dearest 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 from the neighbour’s houses to beat the eggs in. The cake turned out fine though I could not understand why Samuel was grinning when he came to see what I was doing. Tuesday: Sam insisted when he left for work, of a fruit salad after dinner. The recipe said, “Serve without dressing.” So, I didn’t dress. Sam happened to bring a friend home for dinner and 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. “So, I heated some water, took a bath and washed myself really thoroughly, but it does sound kind of silly doesn’t it? Must be a very fussy kind of rice. I can’t say it improved the taste in any way.
Thursday: Today Sam asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said, prepare ingredients, 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 eat it. Sam came over and asked if I felt all right. I wonder why? He must be stressed at work. I’ll try to be more supportive.
Friday: Today I found an easy recipe for PAV- Bhaji. It said, “Put all the vegetables 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 again, it looked the same as when I left it.
Saturday: Samuel went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I don’t know how hens dress for Sunday so I found an old doll’s dress and little cute shoes. When Sam saw it, he started counting to ten. Either he was really stressed because of his work, or he wanted the chicken to dance. Sunday: Samuel sent me home to my mother’s today. I can’t figure out what’s wrong, when I left him, he was crying “Why me? Why me?” Maybe he’s already missing me, so I’ll run back as soon as possible and help him through the next week..!”
