Thursday, November 1, 2018

The Devil You Know

Technically, I suppose I'm talking to the collective "you" about the devil "I" know.

Let the record show that Hick has many good qualities, but he's no angel. He can be downright devilish at times, without even trying. I suppose it's just his innate devilishness.

This morning (and by that I mean around noon), I made a big pot of vegetable beef soup. It would be a waste of time to make a small pot, you know. After an hour of toil and trouble, the soup was complete. I sent off a text to Hick, whose last known whereabouts was Goodwill at 10:13 a.m., with a dental appointment coming up at 2:00 p.m.

"Do you want me to leave the soup out until after the dentist?"

"That's fine then I can have it before I go to auction"

"What time would you be eating it?"

"Around 3:00"

"Okay. I'll leave it out, and you can put it in FRIG II when you're done."


Soup has to cool down, of course, before you put it in FRIG II. Generally, I'll give it a 20-30 minute rest period. Not two hours. But I left it on the stove for Hick's convenience. It was enough inconvenience for him to dip his own bowl, and spoon it into his mouth.

I happened to have returned from town a few minutes before Hick ate his soup. I sat down on the short couch to fill him in on pertinent household details, such as his ophthalmologist bill ($14), the inability of Sis and Ex-Mayor to join us on a casino trip on Thursday (ear appointment and previous engagement), and a side dish for the soup (I cut the cheese).

Hick came from the kitchen to his La-Z-Boy, carrying his bowl of soup and a serving spoon. That's how he eats it, although he could use a fork, considering that he doesn't like the juice in soup, and dips it with a slotted spoon. This time, Hick had not piled his tower of soup over the top of the bowl. I guess he wasn't ravenous, because he also eschewed the cheese.

"Did you put the soup up?"

"No. It's on the stove."

"Oh. Are you going to have another bowl?"

"No. This is plenty."

"Well. I guess I'll go put it away. Since it's already been sitting out for two hours. And fifteen minutes."

See what he did there? Hick was obviously DONE with the soup, yet rather than put it away as commanded I instructed him earlier, he'd left it out. KNOWING that I would put it up for him.

Hick can be a real devil sometimes.

14 comments:

  1. My husband Joy puts things away in his fashion. that means food is not covered and sealed. But, that is better than Hicks, apparently.

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  2. My 13 yo self is still gigging because you (tee hee) cut the cheese.

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    1. Hah! I knew you wouldn't leave that one alone :)

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    2. My 13-year-old self did that just for joeh's 13-year-old self!

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  3. Your soup looks yummy, you apparently throw everything in it!!

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    1. Everything but the kitchen sink, and corn. My mom used to add corn to her soup. I didn't like vegetable soup back then, and told her it looked lie a pot of garbage.

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    1. Well...I must be getting an "A" for doing his unspoken bidding.

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  5. HeWho will shove stuff in the fridge sometimes, never really getting the idea of putting it into a container (he says I always tell him he uses the wrong size, because he does). His new favorite thing to do is to put the actual pot or pan in the fridge with no lid and most of the time ON TOP OF THE EGGS. He has been forbidden to "help" me by putting food away. I think that was his goal.

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    1. Ooh! On top of the eggs! That's a nice touch on HeWho's part.

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  6. Sounds like he's got you sussed. He knows perfectly well that you won't make him go back to the kitchen and put the soup in the fridge.

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    1. All this time, men have been making women think of them as big bumbling bears, when really they are evil geniuses, playing us like fiddles!

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    2. You give us too much credit, actually, most of the time we are big bumbling bears.

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