I pulled a pork loin out of the refrigerator and slopped a mixture of mustard, apple cider vinegar, and basil on it. Then I tossed it in the oven. "I have to go to work," I announced. "Can you pull this thing out of the oven when it's ready?"
"Sure," my husband said.
I left. A few hours later, when I came back, I asked my husband how the pork was.
"It was good, but it took a lot longer to cook than you said."
"Oh. That doesn't surprise me," I replied. "It was a little bit frozen when I put it in the oven."
"What? You marinated a frozen loin?"
"Partially frozen," I corrected.
"Woman, that's like frosting a frozen cake."
"So? You can frost a frozen cake. Just like you can marinate a partially frozen loin. Just deal with it!"
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I don't work in a fancy restaurant!