Medible Fritos and Combustible Pie: Fly on the Wall

 

  

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 3 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

I've talked about the fact that for Mother's Day, PurDude bought me a MLB Red Sox subscription. Now, on our Roku, using the MLB app, I can watch all of the games. And Hubs and I had been.

 

Unfortunately, the Sox hadn't been doing well. In fact, "hadn't been doing well" is an understatement. Seems like they couldn't win a game.

 

We watched every game though, until the Celtics got into the playoffs, then we missed some of the Sox games.

 

And the Sox started to win.

 

It was a night the Celtics weren't on when:

Hubs: Are you going to put the Sox game on?
Me: Yes, I wasn't going to, but I decided to.

Hubs: Why weren't you going to?
Me: Because they only seem to win when I don't watch, I was starting to think I was a jinx.

Hubs: You know that's not true, you know you're not making them lose, you're not a jinx.

Me: No, I know I'm not.

Hubs: Good.

Me: You are.

 

 

 

 

I had turned on the Ruko and put on MLB. Just as Hubs was coming upstairs, I started to laugh.

Hubs: What's so funny?
Me: I need to get in touch with MLB.

Hubs: Why?
Me: There's something they need to know. Quick.

Hubs: What's that?
Me: Their "s" in "first" is running away from home.

Hubs: Huh?
Me: Looks like it's heading north.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apparently, when you're planning to put Fritos in a taco salad and realize you don't have any, asking your son to pick some up for you can backfire.

 

He brought me home Fritos, alright. But I wasn't going to put them in our dinner.

 

You see, the Fritos I had in mind was a 9.25 oz bag, under $5, no necessary activation time, no warning labels.

 

 

The Fritos he had in mind was about a 1 oz bag, somewhere around $20, 40 minute activation time, with a warning to "keep out of reach of children and pets." 

 

Edibles vs Medibles. Well, that'll teach me to be more specific.

 

I was checking a lot of grocery stores online to see what prices they had for a few items that had gone up considerably, boneless chicken breasts and eggs.

 

On the Walmart website I noticed eggs had gone way up again, but the chicken breasts had gone down. Apparently so had the size of the packages.

 

Me: Look, chicken breasts went down. Quite a lot. I bet they weren't selling much at such a steep price.

Hubs: I don't think price is why they weren't selling much.
Me: Really? Why do you say that?

Hubs: See what the average price had been?

 

 

Me: Wow, $51.97. That's like, what {{opens online calculator}} a 23# package?

Hubs: Yeah, half the customers probably weren't able to lift it.

Well, he has a point.

 

One night Hubs and I were watching TV when all of a sudden I had a really bad stomach ache. I decided to try to use it to my benefit, try to get out of cooking for a few nights.

 

Me: Wow, I'm not feeling well.

Hubs: What's wrong with you? 

Me: I have an upset stomach. Maybe it was dinner. Maybe I shouldn't cook any more.

Hubs: You can still cook, you just can't eat it.

Well, that was an epic fail.

Sesame Hoisin Brussels Sprouts

I had just sat down at the kitchen counter with my first cup of coffee and my laptop.

 

Hubs: What are you doing?
Me: I'm playing my games.

Hubs: Which ones now?
Me: You know, Wordle, WordHurdle, Quordle, Septle, Octordle, and Phrazle.

Hubs: Do you have any idea how much time you spend on those games every day?

I shut the laptop, grab a pen and a piece of paper.

Hubs: Now what are you doing?
Me: Making a list of things I need you to do around the house.

Hubs: Why are you doing that when you've got games to play?

Thought so.

 

 

I was working in the kitchen, trying a new pie recipe when Hubs walked in and found me looking at a box with an odd expression on my face.

Me: Two things . . .

Hubs: OK?

Me: It was nice knowing you, and I'm sorry.

Hubs: OK?

Me: Jello powder can't possibly get old, can it?

Hubs: What?
Me: I need jello for this recipe. I found a box of the flavor I need way in the back of the pantry.

Hubs: OK?

Me: It has a "best if used by" date on it.

Hubs: OK?
Me: It's a 2006 date. 

Hubs: Oh.
Me: So, if anything happens to us, it was nice knowing you, and I'm sorry.

Hubs? You're going to use it?
Me: Yeah, we're living dangerously.

Hubs: OK. Oh, did I tell you I decided to give up desserts?
Me: Really? When did you decide that?
Hubs: Now.

Later that day:

Hubs: How did your pie come out?

Me: What makes you think I was the first to try it?
Hubs: Did you?
Me: Yes.

Hubs: And?

Me: It was really good, but I think I'm going to have to decrease one ingredient before I post it.

Hubs: What ingredient?
Me: Let's just say in its current form, it's very Tequilla forward.

Hubs: And you didn't like the taste?
Me: Oh, I liked the flavor a lot.

Hubs: Then why change it?
Me: Well, I'm not sure everyone will appreciate being drunk by the end of a slice.

Hubs: Valid point. 

Me: And by the way, I've decided not to cook those steaks on the grill tonight.

Hubs: Why not?
Me: I think there's better than even odds if I went near the grill right now I'd spontaneously combust.

Hubs (laughing): Take out, it is.

Me: I've got pie for dessert . . .

The "tire low pressure" warning light went on in my car. When it does, it makes a very loud screeching noise, I guess to get my attention. It does, I almost jump through the roof.

I told Hubs about it, he usually takes it to the place we use for service and they fill the tires and reset the alarm. He left the next morning with my car, came back and said they were now correctly filled.

The next time I drove the car, the alarm went off and scared the bejeezus out of me. It doesn't go off when you start the car, but waits until you're driving, I guess for maximum bejeezus scaring effect. For some reason, Hubs who had put the air in himself this time, and hadn't realized he had to reset the alarm.

 

All that day, every time I went somewhere, after every stop or errand, that alarm screeched and I jumped. 

Hubs came home from work that night, walked in the door . . .

Me: I have a headache and it's your fault.

Hubs (stopping in his tracks): I haven't even been here, I'm just walking in the door.

Me (swallowing aspirin): That's no excuse!!

College Boy was going to the post office and wanted to know if I need anything. I did, and asked him to get me a book of stamps.

 

A while later he came home and handed me my book of stamps. 

 

College Boy: Here's your stamps.

Me: Thank you, I have no idea what they cost these days, what do I owe you?
College Boy: $3000.

Honestly, I didn't think they'd gotten that expensive. Or maybe there was a delivery fee. Perhaps he's saving up for more Medibles?

 

 

 

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

Menopausal Mother 

The Diary of an Alzheimer's Caregiver

 

Sesame Hoisin Brussels Sprouts

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
12 oz Brussels Sprouts

1 TBSP Hoisin sauce 

1 tsp sesame oil

1 TBSP soy sauce

1 tsp brown sugar

1 clove garlic, minced

1/2 tsp salt

2 tsp sesame seeds

Directions:
*Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Grease a sheet pan.

*Rinse and pat dry the Brussels Sprouts. Trim the ends, cut in half, and place in a large bowl.

*Whisk together the Hoisin sauce, sesame oil, soy sauce, brown sugar, and garlic. Pour into the bowl and gently mix together so all of the Brussels Sprouts are coated.

*Pour the Brussels Sprouts onto the sheet pan and arrange individually, cut side down. Sprinkle with the salt.

*Roast for 10 minutes, using a spatula, move them around on the pan and roast for another 10 minutes. Move them around again, sprinkle with the sesame seeds and roast another 3 minutes.