the migratory habits of condiments and canned foods
So my husband has this jar of spicy pickle chips (sliced pickles, not flavored potato snacks). He got them out of the pantry cupboard with the intention of putting them in the fridge. This plan was quickly changed when he realized there were three (yes, three) open jars of pickles in there already.
Did he put the jar back in the pantry? Oh, no. No no no no no. Apparently he has decided to let the pickles have a touring holiday of the kitchen, as some kind of demented condiment consolation prize. In the months since the pickles have left their cupboard-shelf home, I have discovered them in an amazing variety of locations around our kitchen. On the kitchen table. Next to the stove. On top of the cookbook shelf. Between my Kitchen-Aid mixer and a bottle of vodka. (No, I most assuredly did not ask.) They've visited a few of those places several times--maybe they liked the view? Or wanted to buy postcards? I asked about putting them back in the pantry, but Dave said he wants to eat them. Did I mention the pickle chips first started their tour-de-kitchen several months ago?
Now we've got a home inspection scheduled for tomorrow morning (refinancing the mortgage), and the pickle chips are back next to the mixer. At least the vodka is gone...but I'm not sure where it's gotten to. Maybe it will send me a postcard.
Did he put the jar back in the pantry? Oh, no. No no no no no. Apparently he has decided to let the pickles have a touring holiday of the kitchen, as some kind of demented condiment consolation prize. In the months since the pickles have left their cupboard-shelf home, I have discovered them in an amazing variety of locations around our kitchen. On the kitchen table. Next to the stove. On top of the cookbook shelf. Between my Kitchen-Aid mixer and a bottle of vodka. (No, I most assuredly did not ask.) They've visited a few of those places several times--maybe they liked the view? Or wanted to buy postcards? I asked about putting them back in the pantry, but Dave said he wants to eat them. Did I mention the pickle chips first started their tour-de-kitchen several months ago?
Now we've got a home inspection scheduled for tomorrow morning (refinancing the mortgage), and the pickle chips are back next to the mixer. At least the vodka is gone...but I'm not sure where it's gotten to. Maybe it will send me a postcard.