My Drin, who I love, dearly (repeat 10 times), eats my ingredients. That’s right. Ingredients. A typical conversation in our kitchen often goes like this:
Me: “I can’t find the chocolate chips. They were right here. I put them right there.”
Drin: “They’re in my belly.” *smile*
Me: “You ate the chocolate chips, again?”
Drin: “You didn’t hide them well enough.”
Me: “My chocolate chips? I didn’t hide the chocolate chips well enough? Are you kidding? They’re an ingredient. Do I have to hide my ingredients?”
Drin: “You know how I am.”
Now, you may also have noticed that Drin suggests I hide them better. I’ve tried. He finds them. Not by accident either. He looks for them – literally seeks them out. And when he finds them, they’re as good as gone. “In my belly.” – he says. These are not the only things I have to hide. Candy to pass out at Halloween – hide. Candy for the dishes when company is expected – hide. Candy for stockings – hide. It goes the same for cookies, squares (as long as they’re not lemon), pie, breads, muffins, cupcakes – pretty much anything sweet. If I don’t hide it, and hide it well, it’s gone. G. O. N. E.