You Owe Me What? 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 and I were in the den watching the Red Sox. It was late, I was tired in general, but I hadn't slept well the night before. Yeah, yeah, I'm making excuses. But then, I need one.

It was towards the end of the game and the game was tied. We really needed a run. I was hoping the batter would get a multi-base hit, but he walked. Which not only put him on base, but wasn't an out. 

TV announcer: Well, that wasn't exactly what they needed.

Hubs and I (at the same time): It was good enough.

Me: Jinx! You owe me a door knob!

Hubs: I owe you what?

Me: I don't know. It was the first thing that popped into my head.

Sometimes even I don't get me.

I had made an experiment for dinner. I do that often, so nothing new. Usually I have a pretty good idea of how an experiment will taste, but this time I had no idea, and I was a bit nervous about it. I had bought and grilled a rotisserie flavored turkey tenderloin and we both didn't like the flavor. There was a lot left over though, and I was determined to do something with it.

I decided to slice it, cover the slices with a smoky cheese, and bake it in a red wine sauce. I'd also make a salad and noodles. I told Hubs what I was doing and that I just wasn't sure . . .

I served dinner and we dug in. To our salads and noodles. We were both surreptitiously giving each other the eye. 

Me: Try the turkey.

Hubs: You try it.

We both went back to our noodles and salad. But inside I was laughing. He'd have to give in, because salad and noodles was plenty of dinner for me. But him? Not so much.

He tried it. And I had to stop my internal laughing, because, dammit, he didn't say a word.

He got me.

PS: He liked it. And I did too. Phew.

I've heard of some strange products, and some inventive marketing, but I was surprised and perplexed at a recent commercial.

A local supermarket was advertising a "frozen sack sale." I know these weird Midwesterners call bags "sacks." What I couldn't understand is what they were trying to sell.

Me: Frozen sacks? Like they're freezing paper bags and trying to convince people they need them?

Hubs: What would we need them for?

Me: I don't know, it's scorching hot out, maybe to put over your head to cool you off.

Hubs: That could be kinda dangerous when you're driving.

Me: Yeah, I love a good sale, but I think I'll pass.

Turns out it was a frozen food sale, a percentage off whatever you can fit in one of their bags. But, really strange marketing, if you ask me (they didn't).

I had some leftover grilled ham and asked Hubs if he wanted to put it in a sandwich for lunch this weekend. There was bread, mustard, and swiss cheese in the fridge. He thought that sounded great.

The next day, he came up from the man cave, made himself a few sandwiches and went back down. I noticed the ham was still wrapped in tin foil in the fridge.

Me: What did you have for lunch?

Hubs: A couple of peanut butter sandwiches and some chips.

Me: I thought you wanted that ham.

Hubs: Oh, I forgot.

I decided to put the ham, wrapped in tin foil, on top of the bread so he'd remember the next day. But the next day after lunch the ham was still there.

Me: I thought you were going to make a ham sandwich.

Hubs: I forgot again.

Me: I put the packet of ham right on top of the bread so you wouldn't forget.

Hubs: Oh, is that what that was?

Why do I even bother?

Speaking of food, I'd been hearing all over social media about this frozen chicken product that everyone seems to love. I had also heard that it was hard to find.

So, I was looking at all of the frozen chicken products on the grocery store website, trying to find the specific one everyone was talking about. Some were similar, but not quite right.

And then there was this one. Whatever this is, it's just wrong in all kinds of ways.

But my new Chocolate Toffee Slice and Bake Cookies? They are definitely right, in all kinds of ways.

Chocolate Toffee Slice & Bake Cookies

I went to a big box store website to see what summer merchandise might be on sale. This should be fun.

When I scroll down the home page, I'm looking at cute oven mitts, earrings, hair clips, bracelets . . . 

Then I get to a section marked "curated with you in mind." Ooh, I wonder what they've picked out just for me.

Scroll . . .

It's vacuum cleaners. Every single item. Vacuum cleaners.

I feel so judged.

 

Hubs came up from the man cave wanting me to check my laptop to see if I have internet. I did. He didn't. The basement is far from the router, and every now and then he has an issue down there so he brought his laptop up to the den to try it.

His laptop did connect up here. He left his laptop open on the ottoman, and went over to the couch to watch TV. As I was walking away from looking at his laptop, I tripped on the bottom leg of the ottoman and fell.

Hubs: Oh no, oh no, don't break my screen.

Me: Your screen is fine. I may have broken my foot, but your screen is fine . . .

I play a lot of online games and post the results to my Baking In A Tornado FB page twice a day. People who also play post their results too and we compare our games. I have a morning thread, where I post the morning games, and then an evening thread where I post the afternoon and evening games. 

For the evening games, they become available at 7:00 pm (central time), and I try to play them right away so I can get them posted to my FB page. Hubs had taken to reminding me when it's 7:00, so I know the games are live. So, I'd gotten used to not having to pay attention to the time.

Until last week.

Me (looking at my cell): It's after 7:00. You're fired.

Hubs: It's 7:01.

Me: You're still fired.

Hubs: I'm looking forward to hearing about my severance package.

I mentioned before that College Boy will often order food from one of those delivery apps. So often, they screw up his order and he ends up getting food for free. We often laugh about what they've done this time, from leaving his order at the wrong house, to bringing him someone else's order, to them just arbitrarily changing his order (and then charging him more because what they chose for him costs more). It's kind of a game, whenever he orders food, to see what he gets. Once we're done laughing, he goes on the app and gets a refund.

I came into the house one evening and he was eating a burger and fries.

Me: Did you order that to be delivered?
College Boy: Yes.

Me: So what did you actually order?
College Boy: A burger and fries.

Me: So where did they deliver it to?
College Boy: Here.

Me: You mean you're going to have to actually pay for dinner?

College Boy: Yes, can you believe it?

Actually, turns out, getting what you ordered is so much less fun than opening a surprise dinner bag.

Watching the Red Sox again, they were playing the Baltimore Orioles. There had been a rain delay so by the 8th inning, it was getting really late.

The Orioles were up and the crowd started chanting. I felt the same way so I was chanting with them.

Me: Let's go home! Let's go home!

Hubs: What are you doing? You are home.

Me: The crowd is tired and so am I. I'm chanting along with them "let's go home, let's go home."
Hubs: Umm, Os. Their team. The Orioles. They're chanting "let's go Os, let's go Os."

Me: Oh. Never mind, then.

 

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Chocolate Toffee Slice & Bake Cookies

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:

1 1/2 sticks butter, softened

2 tsp chocolate syrup

3/4 cup powdered sugar

1/2 cup baking cocoa powder

1 cup flour

1/4 tsp salt

 

1 cup toffee baking bits

 

Directions:

*Cream the butter and chocolate syrup until smooth. Slowly beat in the powdered sugar until incorporated.

*Mix in the baking cocoa, flour, and salt to form a dough. Roll into a log, about 9 inches long. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for an hour, up to 2 days.

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper. Remove the dough from the oven and slice into about 3 dozen 1/4 inch rounds. 

*Place the baking bits on a plate, press one flat side of each round into the toffee, then place onto the baking sheets, toffee side up.

*Bake for 14 minutes. Allow to set for 2 minutes before removing from the baking sheets to cool completely.