Betty and Morris were a little old-fashioned when it came to marriage. They hadn’t lived together before the wedding, and they’d tried “to wait” with moderate success.
Betty knew she wasn’t much of a cook. Morris said he didn’t mind. It didn’t matter. Betty’s mother was a fabulous cook. She tried to teach Betty, but Betty wasn’t a natural.
For their first meal home together after the honeymoon, Betty cooked a simple cauliflower soup. She knew it was too salty, but Morris said it was “lovely, Honey” and gave her a kiss.
The next evening Betty made a shepherd’s pie. It was sort of average; a little bland really. It was about the level that Betty could safely manage. She did the cooking because she didn’t have a job, and Morris worked long hours and brought home the money. Besides, Betty was now expecting their first baby.
Then one day Betty was cleaning out the car and found a couple of old takeaway cartons stuffed under the front seat. He’d been getting takeaways. She thought she’d been doing okay, and now he was getting takeaways.
Betty didn’t say anything, of course, but she was worried sick. I mean, she just had to learn to cook better. She just did. Even when she made a salad it was pretty ho-hum. Betty was getting stressed about it. Quite stressed, and then she had the baby and Morris was absolutely over the moon and things were fine for a while.
Then Betty found a job. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep the wolf from the door. Morris at last could cut back on the hours he worked.
Betty thought it was out of this world. From then on Morris did the cooking. He was a fantastic cook.
“You did well, Honey, really well,” he said. “So now you can stop stressing out about it.”
To celebrate, Morris cooked roasted turkey with black-truffle butter and cognac gravy, accompanied by mushroom, leek, and brioche stuffing with green beans, shallots, hazelnuts, and tarragon. For dessert they had a simple chocolate caramel tart, all washed down with a Rosemount Diamond Label Sauvignon Blanc 2014. And after that…
Betty is expecting her second.
Listen the story being read HERE!
What a lovely story! Food, glorious food! The best lubricant for a happy marriage. That and, well, you know… A social worker once told me if you couldn’t cook you’d better be good in bed.
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I’ve always been a little bland at both!
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A dash of seasoned salt (ya’ll call it “chicken salt” down under) should kick things up a notch in both departments!
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Chicken salt is vegan salt. I think you’re muddling it up with viagra.
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Viagra/Vegan salt, it’s all the same!
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Well I’ll be plucked.
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Plucked, stuffed and glazed!
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Crumbed can be nice.
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In the end, it’s the end that matters….everything coming out well in the end.
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All’s well that ends reasonably satisfactorily… (to paraphrase W.S.)
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I contend that Shakespeare is non-paraphrasable. You must mean W.S. Gilbert….he and Sullivan ended all of their works reasonably satisfactorily…
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Tit willow tit willow tit willow!
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All’s well that ends well!
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Aha! I see you also quote Gilbert and Sullivan! (see Cynthia’s comment above!)
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Shakespeare is infinitely paraphrased… 😉
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By his inferiors….
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I have a remote ancestor whose baptismal record is in the same book as Shakespeare’s. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the babies got muddled. It’s probably where Shakespeare got his idea from for Comedy of Errors
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But of course…I would believe that!
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Just the facts, ma’am…
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Ha! Lisa…how did we get from Shakespeare to “Dragnet”!?
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Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. The truth is out! Shakespeare penned the libretto to the Pirates of Penzance!
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I started to go into how most of us are Shakespeare’s inferiors in language use and then thought, wait, this is about paraphrasing, which people do all the time (and often get wrong). So I thought of Sgt Friday and one of those talkative witnesses. 😀
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Fortunately I have never needed to test my culinary skills but I can open a mean tub of ice cream.
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😀 I go for the can opener myself!
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‘Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers’ wrote WS – non paraphrased please note!! Though what this has to do with the story is completely beyond me….. 🙂
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LOL ! I never knew Will Smith said that! And it has a lot to do with the story if you take it with a grain of salt.
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😀 As my favourite history tutor once said – if he didn’t say it, he should have!
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Ah…Pauline, Thank you! You seem to understand that it was not his ideas that made Shakespeare, (many a person has had the same ideas) but his poetry…and to paraphrase is to change the language, and to change the language is to destroy the poetry. By the way, where did he say that, about the cook licking his fingers?
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I think the quotation is more along the lines of “It’s an ill-wind that licks the tops of the trees…”
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Yes, Bruce, of course, I can see that you think that…thank you for sharing…..
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I cannot heave my heart into my mouth – so the rest is silence. 🙂
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Take good care of your very good heart.
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It’s in Romeo and Juliet Cynthia Act 4 Sc 2 – I had to Google that bit of information as I couldn’t remember! I think my memory has the words correct.
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(And the cook said, Bacon by any other name would taste as sweet.)
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Francis Bacon, I presume
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I was hoping someone would pick up on it!
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Salty
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Too much Chicken salt…
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Just love this
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Thank you – you can have your cake and eat it!
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Lovely – the gentlest way to the heart is through the stomach. ; )
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Thank you Jan. (I must tell my heart surgeon that!)
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Sounds about right! I finally put my foot down when the second child arrived and my husbands been cooking ever since. I’m a pretty decent cook, but he is imaginative!
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Now I know why you said you’ve eaten insects!
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Her second what?
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Her second Olympic gold medal for synchronized swimming – obviously. 🙂
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🙂
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