Okay, so no one could call him a whiz in the kitchen, but this was a whole new language

Being married to an Israeli makes for endless amazing stories in mistranslations, misunderstandings, and mishaps. So when my British brother got engaged to an American girl, everyone secretly heaved a sigh of relief. If there were to be any misunderstandings or mishaps, no one could blame the language.

I just sniggered to myself. Having been blessed with a plethora of American friends, I knew what my dear brother was in for, but I wasn’t telling. And I didn’t know my future sister-in-law well enough to warn her….

So.

I could picture what Dear Brother had to contend with on his wife’s first foray into the kitchen to bake chocolate chip cookies. He wanted to help!

“Pass the chocolate chips. The baking soda. Whole wheat flour.”

“Do you mind lining the pan with parchment paper?”

“Preheat the oven to 350.”

Okay, so no one could call him a whiz in the kitchen, but this was a whole new language. All for some biscuits cookies?