Wife waits until the paneer is made to tell me she needs something to press it with. Stat!

Naturally, I go out to the shop and return with half a dozen clamps, angle irons, a 5 gallon bucket and two lids with about 100 holes drilled in each.

"Problem solved," I announce.

"You're an idiot" she says, then builds this. "Clamps? Paint buckets? We're making FOOD here."

I protest "To be fair, you don't know where those 2L bottles have been."

I'm not wrong. But apparently I'm still an idiot.