After 34 years of spinsterhood, I got married last year. My new husband picked out a a lovely engagement ring and we together picked out matching wedding rings. I am happy as can be with my husband AND my jewelry, but despite this connubial bliss, I have a problem.
I am an energetic cook but a lazy dishwasher, and as a result I have been devising ways to use my hands in place of utensils whenever possible. Last weekend, for example, while making a short crust and gleefully rubbing butter and flour between my fingers, I noticed my wedding band and engagement ring were thoroughly crusted with pastry. I took them off, rinsed them thoroughly, and stashed them in an empty spice tin. The new husband, when he noticed three days later, felt a little put-out, because I had forgotten to put them back on after cooking. Argh!
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