“Don’t lift it,” my husband Henry shouted, as I did just that--took the lid off the pot of rice on the stove. Rather belated, my hand froze. “Don’t lift it,” he repeated more sternly, as he stirred a saucepan of curry beside me.
“I’m checking to see how it’s doing,” I said.
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