Get out of my kitchen

What's a "kitchen"?

I can imagine you wield a potent knife and I kind of need all of my digits, limbs, and assorted various special parts attached to me. I'm finicky that way.

Thank you, thank you.... I feel the same way. My husband will hover around me and then give "suggestions"- he doesn't understand why I get upset - just leave me alone - I am a capable adult who is more than capable of fending on my own.

If I need help I will ask.

My husband just says - I'm just trying to help - I guess you are lucky - that he is not stupid.

It's the place where my wife and sister in law drink too much sherry and then slip over on spilt frozen peas on Christmas mornings.

This video reminded me of a Thanksgiving we spent with SIL Faye.

Faye's a lovely woman, raised 5 kids on her own, shirt off her back type of person.
However, she's got more than a little Blanche Dubois in her.

In her kitchen the more the merrier, and there was no question that I must take part.
I managed to open a can of cranberry sauce with some verkakte can opener that was supposed to be state of the art. Well, actually I watched someone else take it from my hands when I couldn't get it to work.

I was shortly thereafter consigned to the living room with the menfolk, while 4 or 5 women all attempted to mash a potato.

Yeah, the old can opener trick always got me out of the kitchen, too.

Jesus. It was one of those new fangled ones that, I don't know, didn't leave a sharp rim or something. Who cares? I couldn't get the damn thing to accept the can.

I was a failure at the hen party club. Believe me, it was noted amongst the other more talented house frau.

It was kind of like being at a baby shower. You want to just toss the pregnant woman the gift, and go watch netflix with the other slackers.
Apparantly a lot of women find baby things not the most boring things in the world.

Lol! I thought what you say about getting out of my kitchen! You can use long tools too far from the hot oil!