As I snuggled into my flannel sheets Friday night readying myself for a relaxing weekend I heard the most frightening words which can be uttered in this house. With a voice of satisfaction the Hub said, “I have a surprise planned for you in the morning.”
For most this would set a heart flipping with joy. For me this set my heart flipping with dread and worry. Hub’s surprises were seldom, if ever, completely thought out. I know this. I’m pretty sure he knows this. It stops me dead in my tracks. But not the Hub.
I don’t know when Hub started his project exactly, but I do know precisely when I woke to the sound of the food processor. Wait a minute… I didn’t even know Hub knew we had one. For him kitchens are magical. You want food and it appears. He has a vague notion of what a grocery store is. And the best magic happens at night, when you go to bed the next morning it is cleaned. So of course if he sees something on television it will translate perfectly to real life. I love his innocent belief… sometimes.
Anyway…frightened as to what could be going on in my, yes MY kitchen, I hurried out of bed. I found Hub whirling raw potatoes into a type of chunky mush. Potato peelings doting the sink and counter. Bacon sizzling in the oven. Seeing me he voiced his frustration. Seeing the once clean kitchen in chaos I chose not to voice mine.
Finding my recipe we started over. Hub stumbling through the process, me biting my tongue. After I made coffee, saved the bacon, fried the eggs we sat down to my surprise breakfast and Hub’s comment…”they made it look so easy on TV.” I linked my little finger around his, resting our hands on the table reminding him that the difference was his meal was full of love.
Why am I bringing all this up now? I just got the kitchen clean.
And yes… I hid the food processor.