Pillow Talk (Rated R, for Ridiculous)

15 08 2009

I’ve lost count of how many Pillow Talks I’ve posted, so you’re getting this one without an episode number. Very unprofessional of me, I know. Sorry.

Today’s story needs a bit of prologue. I may have mentioned before that George has been getting more and more interested in cooking lately. When he spotted an old copy of The Joy of Cooking in a used-book section of a local store, he snatched it up and was much giddier than you’d expect your average PhD in Forestry to be. Yesterday he attempted one of the book’s marinade recipes on some beef in the crockpot. It smelled wonderful simmering in there all day.

(By the way, lest you think I’ve completely relinquished the chef’s hat to Dr. George the Gourmand, I put in some kitchen time yesterday, too. But mine was less about the joy of cooking and more about penance. You can see pictures and read that story here.)

Shortly after our delicious dinner, I was rinsing dishes and George was putting away some whole cloves he’d used in the marinade, when the following conversation took place:

Him: What do you call just one of these things? A clove of clove?

Me: No, I’m pretty sure you just call it a clove.

Him: That doesn’t make sense. You have a clove of garlic. Shouldn’t you have a clove of clove?

Me: You have ground cloves and whole cloves, but one piece isn’t called a clove of clove. It’s just a clove.

Him: I think it has to have a name.

Me: It does have a name. It’s a clove.

Him: Hmmm.

Fast forward several hours. I’ve already crawled into bed. He is flossing his teeth in the bathroom. Between floss-flicking sounds he picks up where we left off.

Him: I think it would be a clove of clove.

Me: Look it up in the dictionary.

Him: It’s the same word as a clove of garlic, so it should be a clove of clove.

Me: It’s the same word, but it may not be the same definition of the word. Look it up.

Him: Okay, so imagine this conversation between Julie and Julia. Julie says, "I see this recipe calls for cloves. But what’s the quantity?" And Julia says, "Ah, yes. For this recipe you would use five cloves of clove." See what I mean?

Me: George, just look it up in the dictionary. Better yet, I will.

Him: I think I’m going to google "quantity of cloves" instead. You wouldn’t look up "goose" if you wanted to know how many geese were in a gaggle.

Me: (thinking) No, I’d look up "goose" for the definition of "George." (muttering) Oh, my soul.

Him: What did you say?

Me: Good night, George.

Him: Now you’re just trying to get rid of me.

No, dear. Why would I want to get rid of a man who, among countless other virtues, loves to cook amazing food? It’s just hard to sleep with this incessant honking sound. That’s all. Oh, and by the way, I looked up "clove" at dictionary.com. Here are the first two entries.

1. –noun

1. the dried flower bud of a tropical tree, Syzygium aromaticum, of the myrtle family, used whole or ground as a spice.
2. the tree itself.

1175–1225; ME clow(e), short for clow-gilofre < OF clou de gilofre. See clou, gillyflower


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one of the small bulbs formed in the axils of the scales of a mother bulb, as in garlic.

bef. 1000; ME; OE clufu bulb (c. MD clōve, D kloof); akin to cleave 2

Well, well, well. Same word, different definitions. What a surprise. But, as far as I’m concerned, George can call it a clove of clove, a gaggle of cloves, or anything else he wants, if that’s what it takes to keep him happy in a chef’s hat.



9 responses

15 08 2009

Pillow Talk

So what do you call a series of posts about pillow talk?

Is it a series or is it more like a gaggle – and is one just a post or is it a clove of pillow talk posts?

15 08 2009

Re: Pillow Talk

Hello, Anonymous. (I’ve read a lot of your works, by the way. Brilliant!)

Before I answer your questions, I need to know one thing. Are you volunteering to cook dinner tonight?

16 08 2009

Re: Pillow Talk

I make dinner almost every night… you’re welcome to come over, if you bring brownies!

17 08 2009


This conversation would not happen at my house. I try to avoid the kitchen and subjects relating to same at all costs. Besides, my husband is an engineer, and you know what they say about engineers:

“You can tell an engineer. But you can’t tell them much.”

17 08 2009

Re: Pillow Talk

Be right over. Given your “name” am I safe in assuming you live at 123 Your Street, Anytown, USA?

17 08 2009

Re: Snort!

Ah, yes. Engineers. My husband’s family is rife with engineers. They keep meticulous records of everything (rainfall, light bulb changes) and label new underwear with the date when they purchase it. You have my heartfelt sympathy.

19 08 2009


I’ve been on both sides of arguments like this. 🙂 It’s part of a healthy marriage (at least that’s what I tell myself). Thanks for the smile.


19 08 2009

Re: Ha!

Thanks, Jason! And thanks for adding my blog to your reader. 🙂

29 08 2009

I love the joy of cooking

Making the rounds and trying to get back into the swing of blogging. Loved that the first post from you was this one. You can tell George that I LOVE the Joy of Cooking. Haven’t made a bum recipe from there yet. Mine is falling apart already!
Hope to see you in Oct.
Love ya,

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