Have I ever mentioned that occasionally, I get a little bit annoyed with Farmer H?
I think perhaps I have...
Monday evening, Farmer H came in from mowing the yard. He stopped by the kitchen sink to wash his hands. Not that there's anything wrong with being clean. For once.
"Hey! I just cleaned off the faucet neck. It had black dirt all over it from you washing your hands."
"I ain't washed my hands in a long time!"
"Isn't THAT something to be proud of!"
"I don't know how it got dirty, but it wasn't me."
After washing, Farmer H shook his hands at the sink. Then turned to the cutting block, where the roll of paper towels sits on a metal holder.
"Do NOT put your hand on top of the paper towel roll! You always do that, and leave a black handprint, and ruin every paper towel! If I can tear one off using only one hand, I know you can."
But no. Farmer H could not. So he put his left elbow/forearm on top of the roll while using his right hand to tear off a paper towel. He must not have washed up that far, because I did not notice a black print on top. I DID see that half the top edge of the roll is now smashed down.
But wait. We're not done. Farmer H got out his container of Chinese food that I spent 2 hours making and cleaning up. It was just frozen stuff, but I add scrambled eggs, mushrooms, fried onions, and green onions to the rice. Then there was the chicken to cook, and the orange sauce to add, and portioning it into five containers, and then the washing of the dishes. By hand.
"I don't care if you use a glass plate, or a plastic plate, or eat it out of that container after you warm it."
Farmer H took a paper plate. A single paper plate. Dumped his food on there, put another paper plate on top, and shoved it in the microwave.
"If you think that one plate is going to hold it, you better think again."
When Farmer H took that plate out of the microwave, he grabbed a tray from the stove to set it on. Which would have been fine if it was the rectangular tray I had washed, or the pizza pan I had washed. But no. Farmer H chose the pizza pan that still had foil on it, from the cooking of the chicken pieces at 400 degrees for 23 minutes. Since it was battered chicken, it left a bit of grease on the foil. I use such a pan over again for a few days. No need to waste foil. I usually swipe the dogs' treat bread across the grease. But this time I had not.
"WHY are you using that pan with the foil?"
"FINE!" Farmer H picked up his single paper plate, now with grease on the bottom, and put it on the pizza pan I had just washed.
It really would take less effort to sit him in a high chair and feed him with a baby spoon.
2 comments:
How do men do that? Wash their hands and stay dirty? It's definitely a man thing. I might have ignored the paper plate on the greasy foil, since a paper plate would be thrown away after eating the food.
River,
It's another one of their special talents, I guess. Like living in a house for 25 years but not knowing where anything is kept. The issue with the paper plate is that Farmer H put it on a CLEAN pizza pan after removing it from the pizza pan with greasy foil. It would have been easier to wash a glass plate than wash a pizza pan again, after his paper plate left grease on it. He uses the tray to carry his plate to the marred coffee table in the living room, and then SETS THE PLATE ON THE TABLE. So there's another greasy mess. Making messes is HIS special talent.
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