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|I made my husband mad at me this morning when I fussed rather strongly about him not taking out the trash on a regular basis. I had asked him two days ago to take out the trash...and left it alone. I am NOT the type to NAG.
This morning, I found lovely little maggots all over my kitchen floor by the base of the trash can. Guess why. He never got around to taking out the trash. So, I called him into the kitchen and showed him my "problem" and yeah, I fussed. Loudly. He is now giving me the silent sulk treatment.
However, I decided tonight I am going to make a huge pot of fresh greens. Step one is to render 2 pounds of thick-cut pepper bacon in the oven. He still won't speak to me, but the scent of bacon is making him pace. He keeps finding reasons to come into the kitchen and look. I just pulled the bacon out of the oven and transferred it to paper towel-lined cookie sheets to cool and poured the grease in a repurposed glass jar with a lid.
He is now pacing, watching me as I assemble what I need on the table. Normally, I'd have asked him for his help in doing this. Cutting board, knife, colander, two "bunches" of turnip greens, 2 bunches of mustard greens, 2 bunches of collard greens, and one bunch of kale. 3 bunches of radishes and about 4 large russet potatoes, oh and two large onions. Everything needs to be cleaned and chopped.
He keeps pacing through the kitchen. Keeps looking at the bacon cooling. I KNOW he is wanting to say something but is being stubborn. I also can be stubborn. I finally said, "if you're going to LOOK at the bacon, you might as well be useful and crumble the bacon!" He sat at the table, not speaking but crumbling the bacon. But then, he offered to help cut vegetables. So I accepted his help. The fight is officially over. He asked what movie do I wanna watch while we eat dinner
Maybe using bacon to tempt him into speaking was a little dirty, but I never ever claimed to fight fair!