Last night, I needed olive oil to cook dinner and I was exhausted, so my husband volunteered to go to the supermarket and get it. While he was there, he figured we should get a few other things too, like bread and cereal. I'm usually a little hesitant to send him to do our shopping because I’m a little anal about my shopping, but I was really really tired and I needed olive oil.
He came back half an hour later with two bags of groceries. The first thing I said was, "OK, where's the olive oil?"
He pulled out this minuscule little container of oil that contained maybe five drops of oil.
"Why didn't you get more?" I asked him.
"Because I got a different brand than usual and I wasn't sure if you'd like it," he explained.
"Well, why didn't you get my usual brand?"
"Because...." He hesitated. "I actually forgot to get the olive oil at the grocery store.... so I had to stop at a drug store on the way back to get it."
"But the only reason you went to the grocery store was to get the olive oil!"
"I know, it's ironic." He hung his head. "You were right, you never should have trusted me to get groceries."
But it's all okay, because I didn't need that much olive oil and I need to go to the grocery store to get meat soon anyway.
Maybe Aricept is right for him. Ask your doctor.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder you had to "lean out" after your kids were born.
ReplyDeleteIt only took him half an hour to come back with an ingredient for a meal you had already started? Winner!
ReplyDeleteCan I just use this olive oil story as a jumping off point for my olive oil story? At the Renaissance Festival (my husband made me go) our daughter got a henna tattoo. We overheard one of the people working there telling a family that they should rub olive oil on theirs for the next few days. They said "really? Olive oil? I guess we'll have to stop on the way home and get some of that." First of all, any cooking oil would have been fine. But second, it just blew my bourgeois mind that there are households that don't have olive oil. I thought it was ubiquitous now, but not so. I just live in an olive oil bubble.
ReplyDeleteDr. Alice