Family codes and ritualsFreddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
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chthonic, Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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Curry HellWhen my sisters and I were all younger, my father used to delight in cooking very hot, very spicy curry for dinner, and washing it down with plenty of alcohol. He would then let this brew for a few hours before unleashing the festering pustulant mess into the toilet. The air would generally turn green, and small bits of grouting would fall out from inbetwixt the bathroom tiles.
Where, one might ask, is the ritual in this?
He would finish, close the windows and door, and then wait, silently, like a mustachio'd hawk waiting for prey. Within a few minutes, inevitably, one of us would wander by, and he'd grab us, and push us into the bathroom, and then slam the door shut and sit there giggling helplessly at the frantic pleas for fresh air which rose to a hysterical pitch. Eventually my mother would become involved and we'd be freed.
Every fucking sunday for about 8 years this happened.
He's almost 60 now, so the revenge of deciding which badly run, alcohol free, nursing home he's being put in is coming up soon. Revenge is going to be sweet.
(, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 2:34, 1 reply)
Marvelous!I am currently putting my office mates through a similar curry induced hell :)
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Victor Meldrew, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 8:47,
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