4 Gals & "Quite a bit of Cow"

This morning…
I open my bedroom door and walk out in my yellow top and striped pyjama pants.
Me: “Hi Wanting…Good morning!”
WT: *double-take* Ahhhhh! *giggles**giggles**giggles*
Me: What? Why are you laughing?
WT: “Oh…heh. Nothing lah…you remind me of Bananas in Pyjamas.”
Me: ???!!!

Yesterday…

After a hectic morning settling grant applications, I settled into a somewhat leisurely and culinary afternoon. I had no role in the culinary aspect of the day other than ‘building’ a salad (HJ, I think I now remember using that term). HM on the other hand wrapped up her three days of slave and toil over a literal 10lb hunk of beef. She’d been carefully aging the beef at her place and brought it over to my kitchen for its final roasting place. 5 hours and many HM quotable quotes later (“The thermometer is going to chime in 1 Fahrenheit,” “Only 2% of a cow is worth aging…and 2% is quite a bit of cow,” “Human beings are…the current intelligent things that we are”) I found myself with 200+g of beef in my gut and a stomach aching from too much laughter.

Some discoveries/lessons from the day:
1. “Protective Gear” such as lab goggles are legitimate equipment in the kitchen
2. A hair brush can be used to ‘brush’ something else other than hair (try turkey gibblet!)
3. It takes up to 3 girls to cut a decent slice of beef
4. It’s a bad idea to sit across HX when she’s eating with a steak knife. Her animated gesturing with it during dinner conversation made me almost feel like the dinner.
5. Loud belching at the dinner table is bad etiquette (HX:”*BURP*. Oops.” HJ:”HX!” *glares*). But talking about a certain flatulent topic is acceptable when there is a need to correct a person’s “scientific” understanding (“HX, you do not f**t methane gas. You f**t hydrogen sulphide.”)
6. Sometimes, it’s hard for 18 yr olds to remember the difference between ounces and pounds, and grams and kilograms. (HX:”Ann! This is less than the 10lb steak you ate last time!” Me:?!?!?) Again… after we did some calculations and realized we had about 300g of beef each…(HX: “Wah. We ate 300kg of beef?” HM: “No k. Just g”)

If laughter is the best medicine, I was heavily medicated by the end of the evening.