Most newlyweds will know that the first few of months of married life presents the awkward task of working out the division of roles and household chores.
27 years ago, my husband and I were doing just that. He developed a really endearing habit in his routine of bringing me a cup of tea or coffee, whilst I was still in bed, first thing in the morning.
As winter approached, cups of tea and coffee became more frequent.
My hubby became convinced that the...
tea and coffee tasted like rubber ...
and he found these beverages totally unpalatable!
He checked the water from the taps...
...but all seemed okay!...
He carefully analysed his routine in an attempt to find the source of the irritating rubber taste.
He checked the kettle, the milk, the coffee and the mugs but its source could not be identified. Indeed, he even bought a new kettle in the vain attempt to avert the taste.
Somehow the source of the taste was nowhere to be found and he conceded that the distaste was there to stay.
I, on the other hand, didn’t notice anything unusual...
I had grown up on a farm where water was scarce and we were forced to save every drop we could.
Complaints about the taste of water would have been regarded as out of place.
Indeed our water on the farm often tasted like rubber, so the rubbery taste in our new city appartment was quite acceptable from my point of view.
Those first winter months of our married life were very cold and one of our treats was the nightly hot water bottle...
I would boil the kettle in the evening and fill our hot water bottle lovingly before retiring to bed.
One chilly Saturday morning, my husband slept in and I decided to reverse the roles and treat him with a cup of coffee in bed. I duly trotted off to the kitchen, clutching the hot water bottle to my chest. I checked the water level of the kettle and seeing that it was fairly empty, carefully opened the stopper of my hot water bottle and poured its contents into the kettle.
It was at that point that my husband strolled, all dreamy eyed, into the kitchen and noticed what I was doing.
“You are pouring the water from the hot water bottle into the kettle!”, he accused.
After months of desperately searching, he'd finally found the source of the rubbery taste in his coffee:-
"Wifey", :) ...
well practiced in farm life, had thoughtfully attempted to save water in her new marriage! She didn't think, for one minute that this would result in tainted water!
At last the mystery of the rubbery taste was solved!
Old habits...unthinkingly...die hard!
I have never lived this story down!
It has been a constant joke in our family.
“Visitors beware – our coffee tastes like rubber!”
Do you have any similar stories?
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(It really is fun to read everyone else's stories!)
Have a wonderful Wednesday!