Gates

 

Using ‘gate’ as a suffix normally refers to a scandal in some form or other (e.g. Watergate) but over the Christmas period my daughter, Kat, has used it in connection to a series of kitchen crises.

On Christmas Eve it was ‘hamgate’ after I burnt the ham.  On Boxing Day we had ‘pastrygate’ when the sheet of pastry for Paul’s salmon en croute got tangled up and had to be re-rolled.

Overreacting? Moi?

Yesterday we had ‘milkgate’ after a leaky bottle of milk was delivered with our groceries.  The milk bottle was put away in the fridge door where it quietly formed a pool of milk.  When I tried to remove the bottle holder from the fridge door it suddenly flew off and sprayed milk around most of the kitchen.

Today it was ‘parsnipgate’ when I discovered that the bag of parsnips that came with our groceries yesterday were in fact frozen.  They are now fully thawed out so it looks like I shall be making some parsnip soup with them.

I have tried to explain to Kat that my hysterical OTT reaction to these little crises is perfectly standard behaviour in this household but she seems to think that both Paul and I hugely over react to everything.  I wonder what tomorrow’s ‘gate’ will be.