Being the gourmet cordon-bleu chef that I am, I have an oven tray of fish fingers laid out, and am waiting for the oven to reach cooking temperature before I put them in. S is clearly hungry and impatient.
S (7-years old): Daddy, are you going to put the fish fingers in the fish finger press, where they belong?
Me: ??? Do you mean, the oven?
S: Yes.
P.S. We shall henceforth be referring to the oven as the "fish finger press."
P.P.S. For non-Irish readers, in an Irish kitchen, a press is a cupboard. I don't know why.
