Give Me a Hand

I’m out in the kitchen making dinner. Abel is on the phone to his mother in the next room, and I can hear him through the door:

“I’d better go, Mum; Haron’s cooking, I need to give her a hand.”

I wonder briefly why he thinks I need help stirring curry that’s come out of a jar; surely I’m not that inept.

Everything is explained when he strides into the room, yanks down my slightly-too-large tracksuit bottoms along with my knickers, and gives me several firm, crisp smacks. I hold on to the stirring spoon to keep myself from ending up face-first in the bubbling curry.

“Is that your understanding of giving me a hand?” I ask, pulling my pants back up.

“Yeah. What, did you think I was going to help you?”

12 thoughts on “Give Me a Hand

  • 1 February, 2008 at 9:07 am
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    So if he ever says he is going into the kitchen to whip something up, you best be on your guard!

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 9:49 am
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    I have done just the same with my wife several times …. and Abel probably gets the same loving appreciative grin I get!

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 11:16 am
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    Oh! If only my hubby were that spontaneous!

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 11:30 am
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    You had me going there for a minute. Not the hand thing…but the fact that you said you were cooking dinner…but then came ‘the curry in the jar’ info.
    Curry in a jar? Yeah? Sounds delicious. Really.

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 12:15 pm
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    Actually, that line of pre-made curry really is nice, Rob. That doesn’t change the fact that I can’t cook :)

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 12:40 pm
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    That’s your story and you’re sticking to it! Clever girl!! :-)

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  • 1 February, 2008 at 1:56 pm
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    We keep a jug full of wooden spoons and spatulas on the kitchen counter for the times when Ron wants to give me a ‘hand’ without hurting his!

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  • 2 February, 2008 at 11:30 am
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    It *is* a very posh jar, Rob.

    Hermione’s kitchen so sounds like ours :-)

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  • 2 February, 2008 at 7:29 pm
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    Abel: I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I was referring to Haron sticking to her story of not being able to cook. When a girl says she can’t cook, coming out and cooking a cracker curry (that’s what Jamie says isn’t it?) would give the game away entirely. BUT it’s all good. (as they also say) As long as you are talented at purchasing the best pre-made food you’re laughing! :-)

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  • 3 February, 2008 at 12:24 pm
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    Delicious! Not the food, duh – the scene! If only Abel’s Mom knew what her son’s mind was at when he said he wanted to give you a hand… 😉 Poor woman must have thought: “What a great guy I have raised”. If only she knew! 😉 lmao

    Thanks for sharing! :)

    Hugz!

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  • 3 February, 2008 at 6:46 pm
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    Hmm, with help like that, who needs a hindrance?
    I’d better hope that Katie never reads this thread – might give her ideas!

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