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It was a typical Sunday afternoon ...

Danny:  "Hon?  I know ... why don't WE make enchiladas tonight?"  (translation from Dannyspeak to English ..."WE" means "YOU").

Me:  "I don't know how to make enchiladas." 

Danny:  "Oh it's real easy."

Me:  "Then why don't YOU make the enchiladas?"

Danny:  "Ha ... ha."

Me:  "Besides, I don't have anything.  I haven't been to the market."

(I had been neglecting my own grocery shopping for the last two weeks because we were going to have Thanksgiving at my sisters and she just got a new job and didn't have the time to do all the shopping so I was helping her out and taking everything to her house, therefore, I had no food in my house which meant that I would have to go to the market to buy EVERYTHING for the enchiladas, then come home and COOK on Sunday ... the traditional day of rest ... but not for Debbie).

Danny:  "No really ... it's really easy.  All you do is get the chicken, shred the meat, chop up the onions, get the sauce ....

Me:  "Again ... if you know how to make them, then you make them."

(We like to play this funny little game, he and I, over how easy/difficult it is to cook a particular meal and I always end up losing because COOKING IS EASY therefore I ALWAYS end up making the meal ... even on the weekend ... because I am unemployed and I have to earn my keep ... because I'm a slave - ugh.)

So I go to the market, get the chicken breasts, buy an onion, get the tortillas and buy an apple pie for HIM because I'm stupid that way.

I call my sister ... "hey, how do you make your enchiladas?"  She tells me.  I do it.  I sweat and chop and cook and shred, I peel and saute and cook and cook and then I wash the  THREE pans I have so I can re-use them because they are the ONLY three pans I have because my husband is a tight wad and then I cook some more.  This equates to standing on my feet which are riddled with plantar fasciitis for over an hour which is killing me.  I get the enchiladas in the oven, then I start making the rice and the beans because you can't have enchiladas without rice and beans so this means I am standing for another half hour.  I finally finish in the kitchen and after having done two rounds of dishes ALL while preparing dinner I FINALLY SIT DOWN.

Me:  "Danny, YOU are going to clean the kitchen for me because I've been standing for over an hour and I made you the enchiladas okay?"

Danny:  "Yeah, yeah."



Me:  "Awww honey ... It makes me so happy when I make something you really like."  

Twenty minutes pass.  We eat.  We converse.  We smile.  Everybody is happy.

Forty minutes later there is an empty Pyrex baking dish with remnants of tortilla, chicken and enchilada sauce which is rapidly coagulating.  Two pots, one with rice the other with beans which need to be transferred to Tupperware, a multitude of forks, knives, spoons and other cooking utensils are also hardening with various remnants of foodstuffs. 

Me:  "Danny .... you are going to clean the kitchen for me right?"

Danny:  "Yeah, yeah.  I'll do it in the morning before I go to work."

Me:  (I knew it)  "That's disgusting" I say.

Danny:  "What?????" 

Me:  "Letting food sit in pots and and pans overnight like that while the food hardens, etc.  Only pigs live like that."

Danny:  "I'll do it in the morning what's the big deal?"

OK.  I'm not even going to attempt to explain why I cleaned the stupid kitchen but I swear I will never, EVER make enchiladas again!  EVER.  And I mean it.  Really. 


  1. ::::foot stomp::::::

    I feel your pain!

  2. THANK YOU! I was so hoping not to receive any lectures about my stupidity LOL!

  3. oh! Well then I shouldn't j/k

    Next time he says (and there WILL be a next time)... I'll clean up in the morning....LEAVE IT!
    Maybe, just maybe he will...if not...leave it till he comes home...

    Yeah, I'm pretty stubborn that way.


    1. Oh God I know! But I JUST CANNOT GO TO BED leaving a dirty kitchen. I'm anal that way *Sigh* ...

  4. OMG We are living parallel lives! This happens to me all the damn time!

    I don't even want to talk about all the work of Christmas. I'm just trying to be in a festive state of denial.

    P.S. I love your background! It's so crafty looking!

  5. I knew I liked you ... I hate all the work that goes into Xmas!!! The shopping, the wrapping, the cooking, the serving. UGH.

    THANKS for reading and commenting!

  6. I grew up in a household where dishes were done immediately after dinner. My partner was raised in a family where dishes were piled in the sink for mom to do. My husband will put the dishes in the sink and then relax after dinner. The dishes will sit there for hours forming a hard crust while the leftovers sit uncovered. This just burns me up so I usually end up cleaning up after dinner which I usually prepare. I’ve never figured out a way to resolve this so I just accept the behavior. It’s easier to clean up after dinner than to resolve an argument about it.

  7. That was my household. My mom was IMMACULATE ... it was like growing up in a museum. I am picky about my kitchen ... I was whining because my feet were killing me and the thought of standing for another half hour was pissing me off. So I put it in the blog and then had the husband read it. Payback (smiley face). Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. I really, REALLY appreciate it.

  8. teeeheeee....I HAVE HEARD THAT MEN DO THESE TYPES OF THINGS...yeah....I'VE HEARD of it! ;)))))))

    OH DEBBIE you are too funny because you take something that is TRUE and tell it like it is. WE LAUGH because we KNOW IT LIKE IT IS!!!

    Oh my life is so busy but I am just going to email you right now. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT ME! I hope you and Danny got a chance to do some Cuban Sugar! When Marie and Karina where with us this summer, one evening we had a great time just talking, playing music and dancing and Karina introduced me to that Youtube video. DIfferent and fun, huh? OK, Back in email, Anita


  10. - can't wait to hear about all that is going on in your life! XOXO


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