I Enjoy Food and Cooking
[big]Cucumber and Beef Specialty[/big]
This happened today to a friend of mine:
I love cooking, I think I am one of only a handful of students at my university that actually cook good food. So today being a Sunday I decided to make a food that reminded me of home--roasted cucumber surrounded by beef and covered with a tomato sauce.
In Kuwait a cucumber was only a fraction the size of cucumbers in the UK. After getting home from the market with my cucumber and beef, I made several attempts at shoving the cucumber into the roast. I realised pretty quickly that the cucumber wasn’t going fit into the beef so I went back to the farmers’ market to return the cucumber and ask for my money back. The farmer asked what was wrong and I said, “I tried shoving the cucumber into my meat but it’s simply too big and can’t fit.”
Without a moment’s hesitation he replied “Try harder, it’ll fit eventually.’
Being rather confused I explained, “there’s only so much of the cucumber you can fit into a tenderloin.”.
“Is that what you call it? A tender.. loin,” he said with a smile. He then politely declined to accept the return of the cucumber, “considering where it had been.”
I felt rather annoyed and confused. Back in my apartment it took me two hours to realise what had happened in our miscommunication and I was then too embarrassed to go downstairs and explain myself. I would say things like this never happen but they do and far too often.
This happened today to a friend of mine:
I love cooking, I think I am one of only a handful of students at my university that actually cook good food. So today being a Sunday I decided to make a food that reminded me of home--roasted cucumber surrounded by beef and covered with a tomato sauce.
In Kuwait a cucumber was only a fraction the size of cucumbers in the UK. After getting home from the market with my cucumber and beef, I made several attempts at shoving the cucumber into the roast. I realised pretty quickly that the cucumber wasn’t going fit into the beef so I went back to the farmers’ market to return the cucumber and ask for my money back. The farmer asked what was wrong and I said, “I tried shoving the cucumber into my meat but it’s simply too big and can’t fit.”
Without a moment’s hesitation he replied “Try harder, it’ll fit eventually.’
Being rather confused I explained, “there’s only so much of the cucumber you can fit into a tenderloin.”.
“Is that what you call it? A tender.. loin,” he said with a smile. He then politely declined to accept the return of the cucumber, “considering where it had been.”
I felt rather annoyed and confused. Back in my apartment it took me two hours to realise what had happened in our miscommunication and I was then too embarrassed to go downstairs and explain myself. I would say things like this never happen but they do and far too often.
