I don't know what's gotten into The Pony lately. He made a trip to The Devil's Playground after work on Tuesday, and he BROUGHT ME SOMETHING!
Of course, he'd told me that since he was going after his half-day of work, he didn't feel like shopping from my big list. That list only had a couple items left, since I'd been getting them myself at Country Mart. It's been almost as long as the time between casino trips since The Pony did any shopping.
Anyhoo... the only two things I asked for were a bag of tortilla chips, and a big sandwich. When The Pony was about to check out, he sent a text.
"Chips and what?"
The Pony has a memory like Farmer H. Anyhoo... I reminded him of the big sandwich, so he got the only kind left, a turkey and cheese.
When The Pony got home, I heard him trotting down the 13 rail-less basement stairs. Amazing how only a half-day of work keeps The Pony's legs fresh.
"I got you a little treat."
Hm. I was thinking maybe a candy bar. A bakery dessert. That's a treat, right? But no.
"Look! It's Garlic Aioli Mustard!"
The Pony brandished the plastic squeeze bottle, and unscrewed the lid.
"Here. Smell it? Do you want to try some?"
"No. I'm good. But I'll take a whiff."
Let the record show that The Pony showed me how to make his special sandwich sauce when he moved back home. Garlic aioli, stone-ground mustard, mayo, and horseradish. It's great on a sandwich. This was basically it in a bottle. Less the horseradish.
"Mmm. I think that will be good on the turkey sandwich."
Wednesday, I asked The Pony what I owed him for my chips and sandwich. When I send him with a shopping list, he takes my debit card for payment. This time he used his own. The Pony was adding it from the two receipts. He'd rung the sandwich separately, but the chips were lost on his receipt.
"Oh, Mom. Do you want to pay for the Garlic Aioli Mustard, too?"
"Sure. I guess so."
Glad to know I bought my own treat. Though I might have made a different selection.
3 comments:
THAT is The Pony I know. The one who gives with one hand and takes away with the other.
The garlic aioli mustard sounds good. The horseradish concoction? No. Horseradish is just as tasty as olives, in my opinion.
It's the thought that counts, right? We all know it's HIS special sauce and he bought it so that you don't have to make it for him anymore.
Sioux,
Yes. Like the leopard, The Pony cannot change his spots. That mustard smelled great. I'm also a fan of the bottle of Cuban mustard he bought on a long-ago Devil's Playground mission. A little of IT goes a long way.
The horseradish concoction is GREAT on a roast beef and cheddar sandwich! I even add EXTRA horseradish. It's not good until my nose starts running. Sometimes, I'll dip plain Lays Potato Chips in the remains of the sauce...
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River,
To be fair, The Pony makes his own special sauce, and only showed me because TWICE I'd asked him to make it for me. Apparently, making me sauce every now and then was too much trouble to go to for the woman who made stuff for him almost daily for 23 years...
I DO agree that the sauce was for The Pony! But I'll be getting my money's worth while he's at work.
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