Cooking dinner was at one point a delightful and enjoyable experience, but Kevin decided to clean and re-organize my kitchen cabinets this past weekend. If you missed this conversation yesterday, you can catch up here.
Now it is Monday night and I am trying to make him grilled chicken, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables for dinner. The kids and I ate earlier with them having soup and chicken nuggets, which is not my finest meal, but it was easy and quick after a long Monday of writing, transporting Emma back and forth to pre-school and dealing with two kids that fought over everything under the sun for the majority of my day.
Back to preparing Kevin’s dinner. He called me like always on his way home and let me know he was indeed coming home. When we hung up, I began to get out all the ingredients to prepare. First up, I looked for the mashed potatoes (yes I use boxed mashed potatoes tonight) and they were not where I normally store them. Then, I went to look for the garlic salt and lemon pepper seasonings. Guess what? They, too, were among the missing. Then, I went searching for the olive oil that I use to grease the skillet to grill the chicken. Also, missing!!This Is How I Felt…
So, I call Kevin. The phone rings four times before he picks up. When he picks up, I proceed to ask, “Where is the olive oil?”
Kevin answers, “In the pantry on the top shelf behind the red wine vinegar and I also put some in the glass oil spreader on the counter.
“Ok smarty pants, where is the mashed potatoes?”, I now ask.
“They are in the kitchen cabinet on the second shelf behind the rice next to the stove,” he retorts.
“Now my blood is boiling and I can tell he is smirking. One last thing, where is the garlic salt and lemon pepper?”, I continue to ask.
“In the pantry on the second shelf behind the parsley and oregano,” he laughs as stating this.
“Kevin did you do this just to drive me a bit bat sh*t crazy?”, I cannot refrain from asking.
“It needed to be cleaned, but now that you mention this has been a bit fun to hearing you try to find where I put everything,” he is now laughing so loud the next car on the parkway could probably hear him.
By the time I hang up the phone, I am deciding whether I want to just let him suffer cooking his own meal after a long day or if I want to cook said meal and spit in it!!
Seriously, never tick off the cook or person serving your food by moving her cooking supplies around!! If you don’t believe me watch this old clip of Laverne and Shirley, where poor Shirley in serving food in a diner and is driven absolutely crazy by Laverne and the customers too:
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