Last week my hubby mentioned something about the food processor I have sitting up in the cupboard. He has been eyeing the huge zucchini we brought indoors and wanting to shred them. He loves zucchini bread but more so I believe he loves a good power tool. He's never used the processor before so this morning I pulled it out, set it up, gave a short demo and he got right to work. That man shredded enough to make twelve batches of zucchini bread/cake/brownies. Little does he know, I usually end up throwing out a couple of frozen containers of the zucchini in the spring because we can only eat so much of it. Was I going to stop him? Hell, no!
Now, I have to tell you that smack dab in the middle of shredding, my power tool wielding hubby sneezed. No hand over his mouth, no turning away from the project, no awareness whatsoever that he had done anything wrong.
EEEEEK!
Listen up, friends. When someone is doing you a favor, you don't criticize them. Okay? You just don't. However, please note that I will not be bringing zucchini bread to the potluck. As a matter of fact, I haven't brought homemade food anywhere for a long time. I have dogs and I'd die if you found a dog hair in one of my dishes. Dog people will understand this. Not the point of this post ... I digress.
Last week, my main squeeze cooked dinner twice and I should have taken a picture of it to show you the love and care he took in plating it. He even went so far as to slice the pork steak into large, bite-sized pieces. The honey dew and watermelon on the side almost made me cry. That plate was a thing of beauty.
It's been a tough couple of weeks at work as we are short-handed. Several of my co-workers have been so gracious to help out and has made the wait for a new work buddy bearable. She'll arrive September 8th.
In the meantime, I'm thinking of all the power tools I have in my life. Of them, the most powerful are the words Please and Thank You.
Note to self: Be gracious. Be grateful. Be Kind. Be generous. What would you add to this? What are your power tools?
love, susan
I laugh ever time I read this post and then I cannot think of anything to say that won't hurt his feelings, because good intentions are often the paving stones to a hell filled with laughter. I have been there. I can relate. Oh, goodness. There is much debate in our kitchen each time I ask, "Did you wash your hands." I often get, "Yes. I washed my hands when I came home." Then, not knowing when to stop, I ask, "Didn't you touch the . . .? Or didn't you scratch Simon's ears after you took out the trash?" See? I so want to always be gracious, grateful, kind, generous, and less cautious about cleanliness.
ReplyDeleteMy best power tool? Love. Love is gentle, kind, considerate . . . and a host of all-in-ones. :) My single power tool is more like a Transformer. (sigh) If only.
Thanks for another great post.
Thanks for stopping by! Yep, love is the answer.
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