Sunday, August 28, 2011

The D in my DH


Three dear friends are coming to stay next weekend. They're bringing along their writerly muses for an extended brainstorming session. It’s going to be so much fun. Naturally, good food is also on the agenda. I have a recipe for a fancy fruit pie that I wanted to refine and bake up my for gal pals.

Test-kitchen day arrives and I go looking for the recipe. There is only one hardcopy version, much revised and speckled with rejected ingredients. Now, my usual place for recipes under construction is tucked inside the front cover of my well-loved Baking with Julia.

My recipe wasn’t there.

Unflustered, I checked my desk where I might have laid it to be typed up, backed up, and stored forever. No such luck. I checked my briefcase where I might have tucked it to give to a friend. Still no luck. Panic nudged the corners of my mind. Unusual places were searched; my nightstand, my piano books, my sewing box. Nothing.

Desperate and panicky, I asked my dear husband (DH). He saw nothing, knew nothing. Of course.

Now, I began looking in absurd places; the recycling bin, the ashes in the woodstove, the bottom of the birdcage. Okay, I don’t have a pet canary, but you get the idea.

After three days of futile attempts, I find the Lost Recipe. Where?

Jammed into the manual for the motorboat, marking the page for the setting of sparkplug gaps. The manual which the DH had referenced the day the recipe disappeared. It’s a good thing he was in the room at the time of discovery or accusations would have been tossed about like confetti. Apparently he’d been doing his version of “tidying up.”

Sometimes the D in DH does not stand for dear.

© Joan Leacott 2011, x-posted at joanleacott.ca

5 comments:

Sheila Tenold said...

That story is so funny, Joan. My husband resists taking blame, too, unless the evidence is right before our eyes!

Sarah Pearson said...

Mine resists taking any blame EVEN when the evidence is right before our eyes :-)

Glad you found the recipe.

Joan Leacott said...

See no evidence, hear no evidence, admit no evidence. Do guys have special powers?

Josie said...

LOL, Joan. Husbands...what can we say? Mine has selective hearing lately, especially when I remind him of chores around the house.

Denise Pattison said...

LOL I so know how you feel.

My husband is a wonderful man, he does a good bit of work around the house but when he tries to put stuff away that I have out--ARGH! Not because he wants to pick it up but because he never, ever remembers where he put it.

He used to stash stuff anywhere just so nothing was sitting out. Sure the house looked clean but don't open the closet or cupboard door! Something was sure to fly out at you.