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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sialia" data-source="post: 1561706" data-attributes="member: 1025">So, umn. The embarassing moment. To appreciate this, you have to realize that my parents are the kind of people that the Eric's Grandma rule was made for. If I keep my posts to things I could post in front of them, I won't come close to saying anything that would worry Grandma. And, uh, I don't let them know I post here at all anyway. So, the story: For an engagement present, one of my bridesmaids gave me a mandoline that came with with a whole bunch of fiddly vegetable garnish making appliances. One of the doodads was supposed to make corkscrew shaped curlicues. I'll attach a photo of the thing. What the hey, here's one of a mandoline, too, just in case you've never seen one, and didn't get why the thought of Nolin strumming one was inherently humorous as typos go. ANyway, I was fascinated by the device and went in to the kitchen and got a carrot. I strolled back to the living room to sit amongst the wreckage of the party with my mom and a few leftover bridesmaids. The guests were pretty much gone by this point. And I could not get the darn thing to work. I stuck it in the carrot and twirled it around and around and around, and no corkscrew curlicues. Nada.  So my father walks in to the room, and looks at me bent over the thing in my lap and says innocently enough "What are you doing?" And without even thinking about what I was saying, I replied "I'm trying to screw this carrot but the thing isn't working," I said, and then turning to my mother without really having heard what I had just said, I added "Mom, I don't get it, do I have to take it out at some point?" You have to imagine the look on my mother's face as she tried not to tell me that there are certain things she didn't think she was ever going to have to explain to me because she expected me to have learned them in college, because she wasn't quite sure she could get away with saying that in front of my father.</blockquote>

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