I am a complete passive-aggressive bastard.
A week or so ago, during the holiday retail frenzy, quelonzia got a pack of hot dogs and buns. Originally, she planned to build an official dinner around them, but decided that they were better-suited for quick, fast meals. This was a nice idea, since I was working crazy hours.
Shortly thereafter, I came home exhausted, after everyone else had eaten dinner, and needed something. The Fire of My Heart said, "You can have a hot dog!"
The Grandspawn replied, "No, he can't. They're all gone."
Quel had had two. I'd had none.
(This is a recurring phenomenon, incidentally. Whenever we get something simple and easy to prepare, to use as meals when people are pressed for time or don't feel like cooking, the Grandspawn considers it fair game as snacks, and will rip through the whole stash before anyone else has a chance to get any.)
So, today, I went to Smart & Final (the bulk food store), one of the few local purveyors of Quelonzia's Incurable Addiction, and saw that they had my favorite brand of Cheap-But-Substantial Hot Dogs, Bar S. 16 dogs to a package, three pounds of meat, $4.99 -- and each dog is both larger and more flavorful than your ISO Standard Oscar Mayer.
They have three kinds: Polish Sausage, Smoked Sausage... and Hot Smoked Sausage.
I got the Hot Smoked Sausage. They're tasty. (Of course, I'm the only one who thinks so.)
When I got home, I opened the package up to fix myself one. Because the package doesn't seal by itself, I slid the whole thing into a Zip-Loc bag.
Unfortunately, in the process of opening it, I just happened to snip off the part of the label that says "HOT".
"Oopsie."
Hey, I've never claimed to be the grown-up.
Update: Younger Stepdaughter also likes the spicy smoked sausage. She suggested having it for dinner tonight -- and has no intention of warning her stepspawn. She didn't get any of the last batch of hot dogs, either...
Update 2: Karma Happens.
Shortly thereafter, I came home exhausted, after everyone else had eaten dinner, and needed something. The Fire of My Heart said, "You can have a hot dog!"
The Grandspawn replied, "No, he can't. They're all gone."
Quel had had two. I'd had none.
(This is a recurring phenomenon, incidentally. Whenever we get something simple and easy to prepare, to use as meals when people are pressed for time or don't feel like cooking, the Grandspawn considers it fair game as snacks, and will rip through the whole stash before anyone else has a chance to get any.)
So, today, I went to Smart & Final (the bulk food store), one of the few local purveyors of Quelonzia's Incurable Addiction, and saw that they had my favorite brand of Cheap-But-Substantial Hot Dogs, Bar S. 16 dogs to a package, three pounds of meat, $4.99 -- and each dog is both larger and more flavorful than your ISO Standard Oscar Mayer.
They have three kinds: Polish Sausage, Smoked Sausage... and Hot Smoked Sausage.
I got the Hot Smoked Sausage. They're tasty. (Of course, I'm the only one who thinks so.)
When I got home, I opened the package up to fix myself one. Because the package doesn't seal by itself, I slid the whole thing into a Zip-Loc bag.
Unfortunately, in the process of opening it, I just happened to snip off the part of the label that says "HOT".
"Oopsie."
Hey, I've never claimed to be the grown-up.
Update: Younger Stepdaughter also likes the spicy smoked sausage. She suggested having it for dinner tonight -- and has no intention of warning her stepspawn. She didn't get any of the last batch of hot dogs, either...
Update 2: Karma Happens.