So there I was, pressed for time, short of brain, and I wanted to make a blog post. Would I get it done in time?
First, I thought, I will make Steven’s sandwich. You see, I must meet him at his work at six, to go to our pick-up rehearsal at 6:30 for Roxy, the play I will apparently never stop talking about. Steven nicely left me a recipe for the sandwich. I will share it, with explanation and memories, for today’s post.
I had asked Steven to leave me a note, reminding me to make the sandwich. Included in the note was the sentence: “First you take the sandwich. Then you make it.” Now I will explain that.
Many years ago, when Steven and I had recently moved into our first apartment together, we were discussing things we could fix for dinner. I suggested meatloaf. Steven did not know how to make meatloaf.
“Oh, it’s easy, ” I said. “First you take the meat.” Then I realized I did not feel like going through the whole process, so I just said, “Then you loaf it.”
He was not gratified by the explanation. However, some time later we had gotten some fish, which Steven also did not know how to cook. He was to arrive home first that day, so I undertook to leave a note explaining what to do. My note read:
“It is very easy. First you take the fish, then you loaf… oh wait, wrong recipe!”
I went on to explain the intricacies of cooking fish (you put it in the oven with butter and garlic, if you want to know), and we both thought it was a very funny joke.
I believe this explains why we are still so happily married after almost 25 years. We laugh at each others’ silly jokes. Perhaps nobody else will find our jokes so amusing, but I thought for a Wuss-out Wednesday, it would do.