When we have some sort of organized dinner for more than a few people, I tend to play the role of "outside guy" (shopping), mostly because I'm not very good at any of the "inside guy" tasks, such as making the house presentable. I just don't see things that need cleaning.
So I'm shopping today, with a list that Mara gave me, mostly baking stuff. As you may know, I don't bake, pretty much ever, so when for example I see "almonds" on the list, I don't know if they should be blanched, or toasted, or shaved, or any of the other things you can do to almonds.
And that is why I came home from shopping today and said to Mara, "Man, I couldn't find vanilla. I went three places, and I found one bottle at the Maroc, but I didn't buy it because I knew you needed six."
And Mara's all "What are you talking about."
I say something like "I couldn't find six bottles of vanilla."
Mara: "What are you talking about six bottles."
Me: "It's on the list!"
Mara: "Um, no it's not. Six bottles?"
Me: "It says right here (handing her the list) '6x'"
Mara: "(reading the list) Aahahaha, etc."
This is an occasionally NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).