Soap or Soup: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to our monthly Fly on the Wall, a blog post written in snippets. Marcia, Diane, and I invite you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes, at our writing desks, and in our worlds. Come on in, buzz around, see what we've been up to. Bet you laugh! 

Hubs was leaving for work and, as he always does, asks me if I need anything while he's out. I rarely do, but I'd been having trouble finding eggs and we were running low so I aked him, if he was going to be near a grocery store, to see what he could find.

Later, I hear him coming in through the garage door and hanging his coat up in the closet.

Hubs (calling from the hallway): Guess what I got?

Me (calling back from the den): Eggs?

Hubs: No, even better.

Me: Better? what did you get?
Hubs: Munchkins.

Me: Ummm . . . like little people?

Hubs: No, like donut holes.

That IS better, but I don't think I'll be scrambling them for breakfast any time soon.

Later that week, he was leaving again.

Hubs: I'm going into the office for a little while, do you need anything?
Me: Yes.

Hubs: OK, I'll stop on the way home, what do you need?
Me: Summer.

Hubs' tire needed air and the pump was broken at the gas station where he usually goes. He wasn't sure where he should try next. I suggested googling it. 

Hubs: I found a place that's close, but I can't picture it. It says it's at the corner of 120th and Jones.

Me: Yes, you know the place.

Hubs: I do?

Me: Yes, if you go up Jones, it's on the left, there's a gas station and a few store fronts. You used to get your hair cut there.

Hubs: I never got my hair cut at a gas station.

OK, now do you see what I'm dealing with here?

A fly, a few days ago, would have seen me giggiling now and then, for no apparent reason.

I had been reading a book on my Kindle and I was starting to question whether English was the writer's first language. Some of the wording seemed odd. I wasn't quite sure until:

Either this book was taking a sharp turn into some kind of kink, or somethng here has gotten lost in the translation.

But it really was funny.

Hubs had an early morning meeting in the next town over, and it just so happens there's a Dunkin' drive-thru on the way home. I've already mentioned that he'd brought some of their Munchkins home a few weeks ago.

I was in our office on our bank website paying bills when I noticed, in our account, a debit for that day. At Dunkin'.

Hubs comes home, I can't see him from the office, but I hear him hanging up his coat.

Hubs (calling out from the hallway): I have

Me (interrupting him): I know.

Hubs: You know?

Me: I know.

Hubs: What do you know?
Me: You stopped at Dunkin'.

Hubs: How do you know that?

Me: I have ESPN.

Hubs: You mean ESP.

Me: I know.

Caramel Apple Crumble

Later that afternoon, Hubs came in after having run a few errands. I had been in the kitchen, finally trying out a recipe (for a Caramel Apple Crumble with Rolo candies melted inside) that had been running around in my head.

Me (talking to Hubs as he hung up his coat): I made a pie.

Hubs: I know.

Me: How do you know?
Hubs: I know.

Me: Do you have ESPN too?
Hubs: No, I have a nose.

 

Hubs was at work, I knew he was busy, had a lot of paperwork to do, a meeting, and a few client appointments, so I was surprised, midmorning, to get a text from him:

Hubs: I forgot before I left the house, can you put some soup in the shower?

Me: Interesting, is that something kinky?
Hubs. Oh, umm, soap.

Me: Less interesting . . . but still could be kinky.

I had made a big pot of my Crockpot Italian Soup. After dinner, I put the leftovers into containers to freeze. The spare freezer is in the basement, in a room off of the man cave, so whenever Hubs plans to go downstairs in the evening, he takes whatever I want moved to the freezer.

Hubs: Do you want me to take the leftover soup downstairs?
Me: Yes, unless . . .

Hubs: Unless?
Me: Well, unless you'd rather take it up to the shower.

Hubs: Very funny.

Me: Maybe after you run out to the gas station to get your hair cut . . .

I still order many shelf items for pick up from the local grocery store. It's a lot easier for me to just go in personally for the meat and perishables.

Hubs: Is our grocery order ready? I can head out now.

Me: I ordered them for Tuesday, like I always do.

Hubs: And . . . 

Me: I'm pretty sure today's only Monday.

Hubs: Oh yeah, I don't have to go until tomorrow.

Me: Either that or take a blanket and a pillow. 

I teased Hubs about his soap/soup text, but I (as usual) had one of those kinds of texts myself recently.

Me: What is your current jail status?

PurDude: I'm at home, no orange jumpsuit and no bars on the door.

I didn't realize what I'd typed until I read his answer. So, the back story:

PurDude had our address listed on most of his paperwork. He's updated, but his health insurance keeps getting overlooked. His 2024 health insurance card had come here so I was going to send it. Until he said that he couldn't get into his mailbox.

I asked when that would be fixed, and he said he only gets mail on Hanukkah and his birthday, so he wasn't going to bother. After multiple arguments and knowing, since I got the EOBs from when he went to urgent care in November, he'd be getting bills he should not ignore, I started arguing with him about reporting the issue. He finally agreed, and I was waiting to send him his insurance card until I knew he could receive it. 

So, mail. I wasn't asking about his jail status (yikes), I was trying to ask about his current mail status.

 

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Caramel Apple Crumble

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:

1 pie crust and 1 TBSP flour OR a frozen deep dish pie crust

1/2 stick butter, room temperature

1/2 cup flour

1/3 cup brown sugar

12 Rolo candies, unwrapped

5 tart or semi-tart apples, I use Braeburn or Cosmic Crisps

1/2 cup sugar

1 TBSP caramel syrup

1/2 tsp orange zest

2 TBSP flour

1/4 tsp salt

1/4 tsp apple pie spice blend

Directions

*Freeze the Rolos. If using a frozen pie crust, defrost the crust.

*Mix together the butter, 1/2 cup flour, and the brown sugar until it comes together. Roll into plastic wrap and refrigerate.

*Place a large piece of tin foil on the middle rack of the oven and preheat to 425 degrees.

*If using a refrigerated or fresh pie crust: spread 1 TBSP flour over the pie crust. Flip the crust over into a deep dish pie pan so the flour is on the bottom. Fit the crust into the bottom and up the sides of the pan. Crimp the edges.

*Peel, core, and cut the apples into 16 slices each. Mix with sugar, caramel syrup, orange zest, remaining flour, salt, and the apple pie spice blend. Place about 1/3 of the apples into the prepared crust, just covering the bottom. Mix the frozen rolos into the remaining apple mixture and spread evenly onto the apples in the crust.

*Place the pie on the tin foil in the oven and bake for 30 minutes. Just before the 30 minute mark, remove the butter mixture from the refrigerator and slice (it will crumble).

*Remove the pie from the oven, leaving the oven on. Dot the butter mixture onto the top of the pie. Use a pie shield to cover the edges of the crust. Return the pie to the oven for 25 - 35 minutes, depending on how soft you like your apples.

*Cool to warm or room temperature before slicing.