What do you do when someone else makes a mistake in your favor? Do you blindly accept it or do the right thing and speak up? That’s the choice I had to make when ten (yes; TEN!) food processors arrived at my door.
A clerical error on someone’s part sent me ten food processors instead of the one I had requested. I had no problem sending them back. What boggled my mind was the number of people who told me that they would keep them and sell them for a personal profit.
When I came back from working the afternoon Weight Watchers class, I found the house empty. In my ordinary life, Ron would have had a pot of potatoes on the boil and some kind of beef (his preference) on the BBQ. I’d push for a vegetable and maybe a salad and we’d each eat a little of the other’s choice, secretly grateful for our own.
But today, there was silence and me. As women do, I’ve been eating the stuff in the fridge that is close to expiry date or that has been sitting too long. I decided on poached eggs. I like them; Ron didn’t. An egg meal meant I’d cook his scrambled or whatever, first….not because he demanded it , but because that is how women love. We feed others and then ourselves. That meant that my meal tended to be on the cool side. I didn’t notice nor really care..
So I poached up those eggs. They were the best I’d ever eaten. Hot, seasoned perfectly. And I cried, because I’d willingly eat cold eggs forever…if only I could have my Honey here.