While reading Natalie’s latest post on Hot Garlic, I was struck with a memory of my father and childhood.
One evening, while all 5 of us L siblings (I have two older brothers and two younger sisters) were watching some insignificant television show or movie, our father (baba) came home from work. He walked into the kitchen, then walked back into the living room and this is what ensued.
baba: Hey! Who cut the cheese!?
the sibs: {laughing and peeling our confused expressions from the television} What are you talking about?
baba: Hey, this is not funny. Whoever cut the cheese get in here right now! (pointing to the kitchen)
the sibs: {still laughing, even more hysterically and looking toward our now confused father} Dad! Do you know what ‘cut the cheese’ means?
baba: Seriously, this is not a joke, whoever cut the cheese get in here right now and clean it up!
As we all walked into the kitchen, we saw it. Someone had grated a carrot and left the peelings in the kitchen sink. We had to explain to my father why we were all laughing so hard, it took a while since we could barely breathe. He ended up laughing with us. I can’t remember who cleaned it up in the end, but now we smile every time we have to grate a carrot.
For the Pierre HermĂ© giveaway results, go here. It’s at the end of the post.
Also, I’ll be having a silent auction next week instead of the aforementioned giveaway. It’s for a worthy cause, for a family in need. Come back to participate, I hope you will. 