with Avi Spivack
Hi, I'm Avi, and I try to put the work and the dad together, with mild success. This is all about trying to give you a view from what it looks like on the dad-man's side of the world, and I hope you find my ruminations humorous because I try not to take myself too seriously.
And here I was thinking I was all “helpful” and all that.
Okay, show of hands: how many of you out there know that 2 cups of *cooked* pasta differs from the volume created by 2 cups of *dry* pasta? All of you?
Well, then say hello to your favorite blogging DOLT. For any of my readers who thought I was actually “helpful” - you can stop nagging your hubbies to do more. I may have tooted my own horn a little too much. Here’s what transpired earlier this week…
The scene: Wife working, my job-work theoretically done for the day, child in bed.
Wife: “Can you please make pasta for the tomato soup I’m making and add a little extra for her to take for lunch tomorrow? I’ll be down in a bit.”
Me: “Sure, no problemo.”
I find the recipe all by myself. I open to the page of the Tomato Soup with Orzo recipe - ALL BY MYSELF!
2 cups cooked pasta.
The 1 cup measuring cup appears to be dirty, so I deftly utilize the 1/2 cup measuring cup (what brains!).
I put the water on to boil, add oil, and away we go! Water boils and then I confidently add four 1/2 cups of orzo to the rumbling water - 2 cups of dried pasta will make 2 cups of cooked pasta, right? (I should have consulted the National Pasta Association’s website even though I didn’t even know there was a National Pasta Association).
Wife comes down the stairs as I am taking the over-cooked pasta off the burner, ready to be strained.
Me, the moron: “How come there is so much pasta?”
Wife: “Now you need to write a blog post about why you’re a moron. You can’t even make pasta.”
Me, dumbfounded (I do have a college degree, right?): “You’re right.”
The moral of the story is obvious, but here’s the fun part: if you asked your hubby to make 2 cups of cooked orzo, would he (a) know what orzo is; (b) know where it is; and (c) make the correct amount (or be able to feed your entire neighborhood, like I did)?
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