I made the hot dog
corn muffins for Farmer H on Thursday. He ate one with his supper of
beans, and declared it good. He said they were a little bit light on the
hot dogs! Well. He, himself, is the one who told me a whole hot dog per
muffin was too much. He says next time, he'll have a side of mustard to
go with them.
I made a big batch, because I was also
making regular corn muffins to go with our leftover beans. One box of
Jiffy mix was not enough, but two was a bit too much. Not a big deal,
the dogs will love their leftover treats. I used 5 hot dogs, and put
them into 8 corn muffins. I tried one. It was okay. I don't plan on
eating another.
So...2 of the 8 are eaten. Farmer H was
supposed to have one alongside his Devil's Playground prepared meatloaf
meal Friday, but he forgot. Now he's due to eat just the hot dog
muffins for supper on Saturday, before the auction. I'm pretty sure he
won't be eating 6 of them!
Let the record show that
when Farmer H and I eat our beans, we add crumbled corn muffins, diced
onions, and banana pepper rings, along with a couple spoonfuls of the
pepper juice. It's delicious, if I do say so myself.
As
you might imagine, keeping Farmer H from contaminating the pepper jar
is a full-time job. I set out his ingredients on the cutting block. A
plate of the cut-up pepper rings, a plate of diced onions, and the jar
of peppers for dipping some juice. I specifically told Farmer H,
"This spoon is for the pepper juice. Don't stir your beans with it."
I
laid the spoon on the lid from the pepper jar. Surely even Farmer H
could understand those basic instructions. Well. I guess I did not
provide enough details.
Here
you see how it should have been. Spoon on lid. Silly me. I destroyed
the crime scene by putting that spoon back on the lid. In the
background, you can see some remaining evidence. That drop of pepper
juice is where Farmer H had laid the spoon. With a piece of diced onion
that had been stuck to it. I wish I'd gotten the actual photo, but I was
distracted, lecturing Farmer H, who was already in the La-Z-Boy, eating
his supper.
"I can't believe you put the spoon on the cutting block! That's why the lid was there."
"Huh. It's no big deal."
"Not
to YOU. I'M the one who has to wipe up the mess. All you had to do was
lay it over a few inches. Is that so hard? AND, you weren't supposed to
use the spoon to dip your onions."
Seriously. I
pick up the diced onions with my hand, and sprinkle them in the bowl. It
would take longer to use a spoon, and I'd be chasing those onions
across the plate with it anyway.
We had used all the
peppers, so it's not like Farmer H would have contaminated the jar with
his onion spoon. I'm surprised he didn't drop the spoon all the way down
into the tall jar. Then again, wiping up his cutting block juice and
onion was more work than dipping my hand down into a jar of pepper
juice.
I don't know why Farmer H can't understand that
messes don't clean themselves. OH, WAIT! Yes I do! Farmer H's messes DO
clean themselves, with 100% help from ME.
6 comments:
"...chasing those onions across the plate..."
Huh!
Put the diced onions in a bowl, so you can scoop a spoon under them to get a spoonful. Or use a small pair of tongs, like salad tongs or the old-fashioned sugar cube tongs that every household used to have way back when grandmas were little kids. I'm sure Farmer H can find you a pair in his goodwill travels.
River,
Sweet Gummi Mary! The Mansion ain't The Ritz! Farmer H uses his fingers when I set out diced onions in a bowl to go on his chili dogs. I don't see the need for washing an extra utensil just so he can seem civilized. Fingers work, or he can hold the plate and push them over the edge.
I have asked Farmer H to get me a hard case for my glasses (spectacles), because the hinge on mine is breaking. He seems to forget what he's shopping for.
Yes, your PITA is just like my PITA. Mine likes to put a spoon, drippy with some sort of sauce, onto the counter, instead of putting it in the sink.
Why? Are they marking their territory, like a semi-advanced dog?
I'm not sure, but no matter how many times I've said something, it continues... so I've stopped wasting my breath.
Sioux,
We have another one to make a PITA trio. My best old ex-teaching buddy Mabel says her husband has ice cream every night. And every night, he leaves a single drop of melted ice cream on the counter. I'm guessing that maybe he sets down the spoon to put the lid back on the container, then uses the spoon to eat, or puts it in the sink. But then again, I'm in danger of having my Mystery, Inc. card revoked, so maybe not.
Dogs are more advanced. They would lick up that mess, though it would be initially bigger, because of their trouble grasping the spoon.
When I set my ice cream spoon down to put the lid on the container, I set it down IN my bowl of ice cream.
River,
That reflects logical thinking, and illustrates the fact that you are not somebody's husband.
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