Not my slice of pie !

Just read in the paper today, that a Russian, Ivan Dimitrov, divorced Irene, his wife of 18 years because she fed him pumpkin [hindi = kaddu] pie for six months, and told him it was courgette [also called 'zuchhini', hindi = laukhi] pie instead. He discovered this hideous truth upon seeing the pumpkin rinds in his garbage bin. To quote his words , "She knows I absolutely hate pumpkins and she lied to me for months about it just because the pumpkins were cheap.What else has she been lying about? What man could trust a woman who fed him pumpkins for half a year?" !!

Well, for everyone's information, cougette is just another gourd, which the Maker , getting bored of spheres, decided to design like a bowling pin. Irene who had learnt her Shakespere well, thought "What's in a name? A rose by any other name smells just as sweet." But, sadly, Ivan had slept through his literature classes, and was ignorant of this beautiful philosophy of life!

Or, maybe Ivan was a super stingy guy, who expected his wife to turn out banquets in the meagre money he doled out to her. So, since "pumpkins were cheap", Irene might have used them, and, thinking that 'ignorance is bliss', she might have not wanted to break the happy spell her husband was living in.

Then again, Irene might be this lady who is a "Jane of few trades, master of one" and the one trade she had mastered was making pumpkin pies. Maybe her pumkin pies were regaled in and around her home, during her spinster days. After marriage, I can imagine Ivan telling her, "Btw, honey, I forgot to tell you, I totally detest pumkin , especially pumpkin pies" . After 18 years of marriage, Ivan was possessed with an over-powering urge to eat courgette pies. But, sadly, making courgette pies was not a trade that Irene had mastered. So, as all females think, she thought she would rather do something she was good at, and, given the attention Ivan pays to her cooking [considering it's been 18 years since marriage], he would hardly notice the difference! The tactic would have well-worked, had she not forgotten to dispose the pumkin rind far-away from home. Or had she not pestered him to take out the garbage on that eventful day.

So, all said and done, the bottom line is that never go by what Shakespeare says, especially if your husband doesnt remember his high-school literature. And, no matter what sin you commit, never substitute pumpkin for courgette!!

http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_2194636.html