A seasoned pan...

As you know by past postings, my wife is still on the cutting edge of learning to cook while at the same time tackling the challenge of following directions. One night, H was making frozen chicken nuggets for dinner. You know the kind you pull out of the freezer, toss onto a pan, bake for approximately 13 minutes? Piece of cake. She pulls them out and opens the bag like a professional.

Me: "Babe, can you season them on the pan?"
H stares at me blankly.
Me: "Can you put seasoning salt on them?"
H: "Now?"
Me: "On the pan."
H: "Oh, yeah, sure."

I watch her pull out the seasoning salt and set it on the counter. She pulls out a baking sheet and sets it next to the seasoning salt. She stares at it for a moment then picks up the salt and begins tilting it to pour it on the pan.

Me: "Honey?"
H: "What?"
Me: "What are you doing?"
H: "I'm seasoning the pan."
Me: "But there's nothing on the pan. What are you seasoning?"
Exasperated, H says, "You told me to season the pan."
Me: "No, I said to season the chicken after you put it on the pan."
H: "Oh..." She stares at me blankly for another passing moment."So I shouldn't season the pan?"
Me: "You are so so pretty."
H laughs and responds with, "Just remember you married me on purpose."

And I would do it again, folks.