I did have a humorous little thing happen at the grocery store today.
I was looking for the mustard seed (more on that in a bit), and there was a woman standing there next to me. Here’s how it happened:
Woman (into phone): “Ok, hold on, let me just put you on speaker. Ok, now, I’ll read everything to you, and you tell me what I have and what I don’t…dried basil…basil…basil…”
Man on other end: “I don’t see it…hold on…basil…got about half a jar.
“Do I have any oregano?”
“Oregano…got it.”
“How much do I have? I need a teaspoon.”
“I don’t know what a teaspoon is. Maybe a half-inch in the jar.”
“Ok, that’s enough. Thyme. To I have thyme?”
<She pronounced the “th” soft, like in thigh>
“Yeah, you have that.”
“Ok, I can’t pronounce this one, so I’m going to spell it: M-A-R-J-O-R-A-M.”
Sometimes, I think I forget what it was like to not have some knowledge of the kitchen.