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Dear Diary -


Monday

Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home.
It's fun to cook for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe
said, "beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do
that, so I had to borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned
out fine though.


Tuesday

We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, "serve without
dressing." So I didn't dress. But Tim happened to bring a friend home 
for supper that night. They both looked so startled when I served them, 
I think it was the salad.


Wednesday

I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly
before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath before
steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the week.
Can't say it improved the rice anyhow.


Thursday

Today Tim asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said, "prepare 
ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving."
I hunted all over the place for a garden and when I got one, I tossed my
salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there for over one hour so 
the dog would not take it. Tim came over and asked if I felt all right. 
I wonder why? He must be stressed at work, I'll try and be supportive.


Friday

Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients 
in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did, to my mum's place. There must 
have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back
home again, it looked the same as when I left it.


Saturday

Tim went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress 
it for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday. I never 
noticed back on the farm, but I found an old doll dress and its little 
cute shoes. I thought the hen looked really cute. When Tim saw it, he 
started counting to ten. Either he was really stressed because of his 
work, or he wanted the chicken to dance.

When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and shouting out
"Why me? Why me?" It has to be his job.


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[Contributed by Susanna]