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| "I mean, it's really your fault," he said "for leaving me alone in the kitchen." |
I get out of the shower about the same time as he gets to the house and he's anxious to eat dinner and I'm wearing a towel so I tell him he has to wait for me to get dressed and blow dry my hair.
"I didn't eat lunch today and I'm hungry," boyfriend says to me, a Pringle's can in his hands.
"Well let me blow dry my hair first and then we'll make dinner," I tell him. "Do you want to get something started while I dry my hair?"
"I'm not good at those things," he says cautiously. "What can I do?"
"You can season the meat," I tell him, pointing to the chops.
"I'm scared to do that," he answers.
"Can you peel the apples?" I move over to the cutting board and display how to peel the apples. I have two giant Granny Smiths set up waiting to be peeled for the applesauce. I peeled one, tossed the skin, and left him the other one, figuring that by the time he was done, I'd be dressed and ready to start cooking.
"Where's the peeler thingy?" he asked me as I left the room. I heard drawers opening and shutting.
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He made a grunty whine in protest.
I left him alone in the kitchen with the apples and the knife.
I threw on some clothes and dried my hair.
When I came back into the kitchen, I notice that he's not peeling the apples but sucking his thumb and he looks upset.
"I ruined the apple and cut my finger," he explains.
He pulled out his thumb and showed me a fingernail oozing blood. Then he pops it back into his mouth.
I stared at him in disbelief. "You're kidding."
He shakes his head. "I told you I'm not good at this stuff."
"How did you do that?" I asked him.
The apple is horribly hacked up and large thick peels of apple skin are splayed all over the counter top.
"I wanted to eat part of the apple so I cut off a thicker piece of the skin," he says.
I looked on the counter top and sure enough, a thick slab of apple skin was laying next to the bloodied knife.
I picked up the apple to finish peeling it. "Do you still want to eat this piece?"
"No," he says, "I'm allergic to apples."