Hubby is the one who normally cooks our evening meal in the house. I do all the clearing and washing up. Now, ‘washing up’ might not sound like much, but let me say here and now that I always clean the pots and pans, plates and bowls, before they go into the dishwasher. So, there is quite some work involved with washing up.
Back to the story. One of Hubby’s duties is to go grocery shopping. I used to do more of this than he did when we lived in Edinburgh. However, since our move to the Lake District, this job has been gradually relegated to Hubby. Yesterday, as usual, Hubby went to do our weekly shop. One of the items he returned with was a pack of chicken. My job, when Hubby returns from the shops, is to put things away. Since Hubby did not tell me that he was cooking chicken for dinner tonight, I duly put the pack into the freezer.
This evening, just before 6 pm, Hubby found me scrounging for snacks to eat. He asked me what I was looking for and I told him that I was hungry; so he duly said he would cook up something. I wondered what he was going to cook as I now realised too late that the chicken must have been meant for tonight’s dinner.
I kept my own counsel as Hubby began preparing the onions, garlic and ginger for the dish tonight. I then said that I was going into the lounge to watch some TV. Twenty minutes later, with sunlight flooding into the lounge so that I felt more sleepy than alert whilst the television flickered away, Hubby erupted upon my slow descent into peaceful slumber.
‘Where is the chicken?’
‘In the freezer.’
‘You knew I was going to cook it tonight!’
‘But you didn’t tell me!’
A couple of minutes later and Hubby was back in the kitchen. Fifteen minutes on and he returned to report that tea (the Scottish equivalent of dinner) was ready. I asked Hubby what he had cooked. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I just imagined that I was on Masterchef and was given a set of ingredients and then was told to make something out of them.’
Well, I am pleased to report that Hubby made a very good job of dinner. He boiled some rice and made a stir fry of vegetables and chopped up bacon bits. And very tasty it was too!
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