I stepped wrong a few weeks ago, on a Friday morning. I somehow twisted/sprained my foot, not my ankle, which I didn't know was even possible. Leave it to me to find something newly injurable... Anyway, Friday mornings are usually pretty hectic in our household - we all run around cleaning and cooking, trying our best to get ready for Shabat. But suddenly I couldn't walk, or even stand much, leaving Dave to be Mr. Mom.
That's why he was reading the couscous directions. And that's how he came across this:
Do you see it? Do you see it?
Oy.
7 comments:
Well, Israelis do go "boweling", so I guess this isn't too far away from that.
By the way, I wrote a little about the background of "Israeli couscous" here: orez and orzo.
Oy, indeed.
Major oy!
OY YOY YOY!!! I hope Dave used commen sense and didn't cook by the directions!!!!!
D'OH!
It's always smart to keep your bowel covered - wouldn't want to risk getting it dirty!
I was reading so carefully, through the mediocre-English instructions, and then: ROTFL - oy.
Still laughing...
Post a Comment