A few weeks ago, our salt had to be relocated to a tupperware, as the salt container was becoming unusable (though there was still some salt left over). My wife told me: this is salt in the tupperware. Not sugar.
Fast-forward to this morning – my wife had a sore throat and asked me to make her some tea. I made the tea, including what I thought was sugar. After my wife drank a few sips, it became evident that it was not sugar. Doh!
Reminds me of the time when I was making kiddush at college and as I was distributing the wine into a number of cups, I accidentally poured wine into a cup filled with salt (we were short on shakers). The unfortunate victim did not say anything about it until after hamotzi was made and someone asked “has anyone seen the salt”?
October 9th, 2005 at 22:39
Yaakov, I don’t know if I told you the story when I was a mother’s helper in Zurich when I was 16. I was asked by the grandmother in the household to prepare a large fruitsalad and then add sugar. I took what I thought was sugar from a large container which seemed to be a sugar container, right next to the flour container. Anyway, it was salt. Anyway, when I realized my mistake, I told the grandmother and she immediately washed everything off. She then told me not to tell Opa or anyone, they will never know. However, they did figure it out. The best part of the story was that the grandmother did not get angry with me, as I felt badly about it. She said it was her fault. That will never happen to me again.
October 10th, 2005 at 11:12
I guess it runs in the family!