I got up from my slumber a few mornings back, and shuffled out to the kitchen to start the pot of coffee and was stopped by the lack of comprehension of what I was seeing on the counter.
I had baked cookies last week and they were in ziplock bags to keep them fresh, but there in front of me was an uncovered plastic container with half a dozen cookies or so and an onion? I couldn’t envision any of the men in my house going so far as to use a container to take cookies to wherever they planned to park and snarf them down, let alone add an onion to the container!
Our eldest son had a friend over who’s father is also a good friend of ours. Had hubby created a little care package to send home to him? And if so, what is the thought behind that? – “everyone can use an onion and some extra cookies?” “Here’s something to make you cry and feel better – all together?”
Perplexed, I went to make the coffee.
As I was standing at the coffee machine, I realized there have been a few mysteries in the house lately.
The coffee is generally a daily mystery as we (okay, mostly me) tend to not quite make the same coffee the same way any two days in a row. I hardly ever use just one type or version of grounds in the same pot. I’ll put a scoop or two of one, add scoop(s) of another and sometimes a third before sprinkling in some cinnamon to round out the concoction.
Hubby sometimes works on the machinery at one of the coffee plants in Denver and will bring home seasonal blends or experimental roasts that they are testing. Problem is, if someone doesn’t mark the bag, we have no clue what it is.
That little mystery is not really so bad since we will be mixing it with others anyway, but it does add a little intrigue into the morning.
I asked about the cookie container with the onion but was unable to get a coherent response, so we’ll count that one as an unsolved mystery.
More mysteries tomorrow.