But I think it perfectly describes the way K and I work.
Today Nay, Naoki and Leilah came for lunch.
We decided to make pizza.
When we make pizza K does the oven and I do the pizza prep. Now last time we made pizza was the farewell BBQ for my parents and K was away.
And I did the fire and the pizzas.
It was mad. It was crazy. But the wonderful guests stepped up and helped out and we ended up making five large pizzas and two take home medium sized ones (Fukase Pizzeria, Eat in or Take away!) in a row- bang, bang, bang and they rocked! Seriously, they were amazing pizzas.
So of course I raved to K about the new system (feeding the oven from a separate bonfire throughout the process rather than trying to keep the oven fire at the correct temperature the whole time) when he got home. I was kind of thrilled at the success we'd had so I may have overdone the 'my new way is fabulous! thing. Just perhaps.
And you see here's the thing. I'm the oldest kid in my family. K is the oldest kid in his. I think I'm right a lot. K thinks he is, too. Well, no. K thinks he's right and I know I'm right. K is an engineer so he spends his days thinking his way around problems and finding ways to make the impossible possible.
So, he is always tweaking stuff.
And improving systems.
And, you guessed it, he thought of a better way of doing the fire.
A bit of background:
I grew up in the country.
K grew up in the city.
My parents had wood heaters the whole time I lived at home.
K's parents are kerosene heater devotees.
My dad was a tree lopper.
K's dad was a salaryman.
We burnt off our garden rubbish.
K's family chop it down into precise pieces and put it out on the correct day.
I was a Girl Guide and then a Venture Scout.
K did kendo then judo.
My family camped every holidays (yup, even winter. We're that tough.)
K's family do the ryokan thing.
etc etc etc.
So basically I have waaaaay more experience lighting fires, burning stuff on fires, cooking on fires, being around fires etc etc etc than K.
Just so we got that straight.
But K is older than me. Older than me in a society where that means something. (Supposedly)
And K is a guy. A guy in a society where that means something. (Supposedly.)
And we're both pretty competitive. (But obviously I'm better at it than him, yeah?)
And so when he heard me going on about my fabulous system and specifically asking him to use it?
Why of course he devised a new system.
A better system.
He called it The Hybrid System.
And when I went out to cook the first pizza I could stick my whole arm in the oven without even flinching.
And it's not that I'm just that tough.
The two very narrow ovens (far too narrow for the pizza tray) below the main pizza ovens that we built for grilling fish? Burning fiercely. A raging inferno.
Yup. The new Hybrid system was a fizzer.
K thought it was because I didn't give it a chance.
I thought it was because we weren't following my fabulous new system.
And the lovely and fabulous Nay and Naoki smiled and mm mmed while alternately eating undercooked and burnt pizza as K and I tinkered with the hotch potch hybrid hybrid system mach 2 that was evolving on the fly.
Come to think of it they may have just been smiling at the sheer ridiculousness of the parallel fire play we had going on....
PS. It wasn't all bad- look at these three cuties. The two big girls were enthralled by and doting over little Leilah who (along with her very unphased mummy) was very co-operative and patient with all the attention.
And just in case you were wondering, Meg styled her own her today.