10 Kitchen idioms
1. Everything but...
like a sieve
kitchen sink
spoil the soup
chopping block
eggs (basket)
back burner
what's cookin'
cookie crumble
on the boil
melting pot
1. Set the Stage
2. Give a Reason
3. Provide an Escape Clause
A) “If you can’t help out, I
completely understand, but I thought I’d ask.”
B) “something really unexpected
has happened”
C) “I have a favour to ask you”
Consider the following:
A) Anthony, can you please cover
for me at the client dinner tonight, I’m not going to be able to break away
from the office?
B) Anthony, I have a favor to ask
you… by any chance could you cover for me at the client dinner tonight? I’m not
going to be able to break away from the office.
Quickly after making your request,
be sure to add the following:
I completely _________ if you
can’t make it; I _____ it’s a busy week for everyone.
I’d love an introduction to
Katherine, but if you don’t feel ________ passing along her information for any
reason that’s _____. I don’t _____ to create an uncomfortable situation for
you.
Role plays:
1. Your child refuses to tidy up
their room.
2. You need someone to give you a
ride to the airport at 4a.m.
3. You've got a heavy couch that
you need to move from one house to another. Your friend has a van.
4. You're going away for a week
and need someone to feed your cat.
5. You have a great neighbour and
you're good friends, but lately he's been using his barbeque every night and
the smoke comes into your house if you have the windows open.
6. Someone you know is starting a
new job at a company you want to work for. You've sent them your CV twice, but
they've never replied. You want to ask them to recommend you for an interview.
Asking for a favor which is granted
Peter: Hi Anna. I've got a f___ to ask. Would you m____ cooking dinner tonight? I'm kind of busy.
Anna: Sure, Peter. What w____ you like for dinner?
Peter: Could I tr____ you to make some pasta?
Anna: That s_____s good. Let's have pasta. Which type of sauce should I make?
Peter: W____ it be too m___ trouble to make a four cheese sauce?
Anna: No, that's easy. Yum. Good idea.
Peter: Thanks Anna. That really h__ps me out.
Anna: No pr_____.
Mark: Hey, could you please help me w____ the homework?
Susan: I'd be gl___ to help out. What s___s to be the problem?
Mark:: I don't get this equation. Would you ___d explaining it to me?
Susan: No pr____. It's difficult!
Mark: Yeah, I know. Thanks a lot.
Susan: Don't w____ about it.
Asking for a favor which is refused
Employee: Hello, Mr. Smith. C____ I ask you a question?
Boss: S__, w___ do you need?
Employee: Would it be t__ much trouble f__ you to l__ me come in at 10 tomorrow morning?
Boss: Oh, that's a little d_____.
Employee: Yes, I know it's last moment, b__ I have to go to the dentist.
Boss: I'm afraid I can't let you come in late tomorrow. We r____ need you at the meeting.
Employee: OK, I just th____ I'd ask. I'll get a different appointment.
Boss: Thanks, I appr____ it.
Brother: Hey. W____ you mind letting me watch my show?
Sister: Sorry, but I c___ do that.
Brother: Why n__?
Sister: I'm watching my favorite show now.
Brother: B___ I'm going to miss my favorite game show!
Sister: Watch it online. Don't bo___ me.
Brother: Could you pl____ watch your show online, it's a rerun!
Sister: Sorry, but I'm un____ to do that. You'll j___ have to watch it later.
The Angel of Death
Solomon, the wise prophet, held daily audiences during which he listened
to his subjects’ complaints and tried to address their problems. One
morning, as he was listening to one person after another, a distraught man
hurled himself into the great court. Solomon noticed how distressed the man
was and beckoned him forward. Grateful for being invited to the front of the
queue, the man fell to his knees before the great benefactor.
“What seems to be causing you such anguish, my dear fellow?” asked
Solomon compassionately.
“The Angel of Death, my lord! I saw him a minute ago as I was crossing
the street. He glared at me with such disdain that my heart nearly stopped!”
“We all know that Azrael takes his orders only from God and never
wavers in his duties,” asserted the great prophet. “Now tell me, what would
you have me do?”
“I beg of you, my life’s in your hands. Please tell the wind to carry me to
India, where I’ll be safe from the Angel’s harm.”
Promptly Solomon ordered the East Wind to carry the nearly paralyzed
man to India and lay him down wherever he chose. He then duly returned to
his other subjects’ unattended affairs.
The following day when he returned to court, Solomon caught a glimpse
of the Angel of Death among the crowd. He motioned the Angel to approach
and asked him: “Why do you frighten people with that wrathful look, to the
point that they abandon their livelihood and forsake their homes and family?
What had that poor man done yesterday to deserve your crushing glare?”
Azrael was surprised. “My lord, I didn’t look at him wrathfully at all! In
fact, I was astonished to see him!” he said. “God had commanded me to take
his pitiful life today in India, and I couldn’t imagine, even if he had a million
wings, how was he to get there on time. I was startled and gazed at him with
surprise, not anger!”
When you look at everything in life with the eyes of want and greed,
what do you hope to escape? Yourself? God? Is that possible?
Solomon
complaints
distraught man
front of the queue
What's the trouble?
Angel of Death
glared
crossing the street
Beg
India
safe
East Wind
The following day
Why do you frighten people?
Surprised
India
Surprise - not anger
Spitting at Imam Ali
In the early years of Islam in the Arab lands, the newly converted Moslems
waged many wars with others who did not yet believe in Islam, people
widely known as infidels. In one war, Ali, the prophet’s son-in-law, who was
a very competent warrior, came face to face with another capable soldier. Ali
succeeded in bringing his opponent to his knees in a short, sharp fight and
raised his sword to take the man’s life. The proud soldier believed that his end
was imminent, and all he could think to do was take one last spiteful action: he
spat at Ali, right in the face. Ali immediately withdrew his sword and stepped
back, sparing the man’s life.
The subdued warrior was stunned; he had expected the worst and now
was perplexed that he was still alive. He needed an explanation; he needed to
know why Ali had taken pity on him. Before Ali could walk away from their
encounter, the warrior called out to him: “Ali, you had drawn your sword to
finish me off but changed your mind. What made you drop your weapon?
What did you see in me when we fought that made you lose interest and spare
my life? You had the upper hand; you’d won the fight. What else was more
important than finishing me off? What suppressed your anger at that instant?”
“I only fight for God,” responded Ali. “I’m God’s servant; I’m not in the
business of saving my own skin. I’m God’s unbeatable lion, not a whimsical
warrior of passion! Not words but actions speak for my belief. The sword
might be in my hand, but it is God who strikes. Just like the wind that cannot
move a mountain, I too shall not move other than by God’s will.
“Anger makes most kings lose their heads, but anger is my obedient slave!
It’s indeed my patience that has freed me from the yoke of anger. My sword
does not kill; instead, it bestows life! You spat at me, and thus raised an issue
that did not directly involve God; and I never fight for any reason other than
God. Your spitting aroused my ego and thus sparked off my anger. Had I used
my sword, I would have been fighting half for God and half for my ego! That’s
why I thought it best to withdraw my sword.”
Ali then turned to walk away, without looking back.
Jesus and the Skeleton
Jesus often traveled from place to place, and various people tended to
accompany him for parts of his journey. On one occasion, as he was leav¬
ing a small village, a young man began to follow him. Not long after they had
set out, the young man spotted the bones of some anonymous creature in a
ditch. His curiosity was raised, and, believing that he had discovered an aban¬
doned human skeleton, he started to poke the bones with his stick.
“Are you not the greatest prophet on the face of the earth?” he asked
Jesus. “Then you must know the secret of bringing back the dead!”
Jesus ignored his comment, but the man persisted: “Please, great prophet,
teach me how to give life to these useless bones, so that I too can say that I’ve
accomplished a worthy deed.”
Jesus was annoyed and continued to ignore the young imbecile, but the
man wouldn’t relent and repeated his request again and again. Jesus was begin¬
ning to lose patience, and, sure enough, he eventually snapped: “Be quiet, this
is no task for a fool! This work requires a soul purer than rainwater, a self
more sentient than angels. You must live many holy lives before you can even
be considered a candidate for such a job. Let’s just imagine for argument’s
sake that you found a suitable staff, but where now is Moses to achieve the
miracle?” Jesus tried his best to make the simpleton grasp the importance of
the issue.
“All right, since you think that I’m not good enough to know the secret
prayer, then you do it. You give these bones life!” he repeated unrelentingly.
Utterly puzzled, Jesus wondered why this apparently ego-ridden man was
so bent on bringing these dead, forsaken bones back to life. He turned to God,
imploring Him to divulge the reason for this challenge, and soon he heard a
voice in his head:
“The piteous always drive themselves into a rueful state. They plant seeds
but sow thorns. And those who sow thorns have no place in the divine Gar¬
den. In their hands, every rose will become a thorn. If they fall in love, their
beloved will turn into a venomous snake, for their spirit is dark and nasty.
Their talent is in creating poison, unlike the true alchemist, who turns every¬
thing into precious gold!”
Quite curious by now, Jesus decided to fulfill the young man’s demand,
hoping to discover the purpose of this predicament that he found himself
in as well as ridding himself of the fellows exasperating company. Thus, he
uttered the prayer to raise the dead and blew it onto the shattered bones.
Unbeknown to Jesus and the young half-wit, the bones were not those
of a man but of a fierce black lion. In no time, the lion, raised from the dead,
snapped the young man’s head off, broke his arms and legs, and shredded his
body. Standing a few paces away, Jesus witnessed the attack in awe. Cautiously,
he approached the lion: “Why did you tear this poor man apart? He just made
me give you back your life!”
“I decimated his body because he had made you angry, O great prophet!”
said the lion obediently.
“Then why don’t you eat his flesh?” inquired Jesus.
“It’s not my fate today to be nourished by his body!” replied the grateful
lion, who then turned around and walked toward the distance.
“You’re certainly either a burglar yourself or a total ignoramus! No, I’m
certain that in fact you are a thief and know exactly what the other chap was
up to. My enemy was in my hands and you made me set him free, and now
you’re blabbering about the truth!"
Sometimes, the truth is much too obvious; people erroneously search for
its signs while the real thing is staring them right in the face.
In the middle of the night
footsteps
thief
window
street
chase
police station
heard someone calling
signs left by the thief
second thief
the true culprit
listen to the stranger
rush home
second thief
footprints
you idiot!
signs of the truth
in my hands
set free
truth is too obvious