Wednesday, 29 July 2009
The Omelette Incident
So, this could easily be titled Reason's Why My Husband is Annoying part 153. Yes, He did another very irritating thing the other night. He was trying to be helpful.
'Darling, you put your feet up while I make you one of my delicious omelette's.'
Feet up, Kirstie's Homemade Homes on, cold beer in hand, bliss.
In comes my dinner/supper/tea - depends where you come from as to what you call it in England, and what class you are. As I am of northern origin, and not particularly posh, it's usually referred to as tea.
A ham, cheese and tomato omelette, small side salad with French Champagne dressing from Waitrose, and a big boule of bread straight out of the oven.
I start tucking in, within seconds, my food is gone. In the tum. Barely touched my tastebuds. I have actually finished before he sits down.
Well, I was hungry.
I look at his plate. His omelette is massive. His salad a big hefty pile of leaves and tomatoes.
'Erm, how many eggs did you use to make your omelette?' I ask.
'3,' comes the reply.
'How many eggs did you used to make MY omelette?' I ask eyes narrowing.
So, is he:
a) trying to tell me something - i.e I am getting fatty
b) believing as he is bigger than me, he deserves a bigger portion?
d) an arse?
Well, one thing is for sure, he will not be doing that again.
In our house, it is now referred to as 'the omelette incident'.