Tim and I were grocery shopping and we saw this:
We like a little spice. I'm actually more adventurous that way than Tim is, always topping my hamburger with a split jalapeno, but Tim likes a little jolt of heat as well.
We picked up a couple containers of this "medium hot" vegetable broth, and the next day, I got the container of collected leftover vegetables from the freezer, I gathered a carrot, onion, celery, a few mushrooms from the fridge and did some chopping. I added a handful of lentils.
It was snowing outside, and we were both looking forward to our nice bowl of soup with a thick slice of bread for dipping.
The soup was so spicy that neither of us could get past the first mouth full.
It was more like threshold of pain hot.
I ended up wasting that entire crock pot of soup.
Jaycee wrote about a walk she and her husband took. Suddenly emergency vehicles were rushing into a side street. Her husband wanted to 'have a nosy'. She did not.
I have a husband who also likes to have a nosy. If there is something going on in the neighborhood, he wants to see what it is. Then, there is me, the great oblivious one. One night, my husband came in the driveway and stormed into the house in great temper. Our front yard was filled with police. There were police officers in the bushes at the side of the house. They tried to tell him he couldn't pull the car into the driveway,
to which he responded furiously "I LIVE HERE!"
He pulled in our driveway and stormed into the house angrily.
. "What the hell is going on?" he wanted to know.
Me: (rousing from a book) "Really? Are you joking?"
We had a brief discussion re: 'he was the one who had been outside, why hadn't he asked before coming inside' to which he responded 'how can something like that have been happening outside our very door and you don't even notice????'
*ahem* 'Some people just mind their own business, Tim!'
(Which sounds far more reasonable than 'the book is really good, though, Tim...')
I went to the side door and opened it. Sure enough. I whispered to the nice officer in the bushes, "Um...can I ask what is going on?" and he whispered back that the house next door was being watched. He asked me if I knew the tenant. "No," I whispered.
The shameful admission:
This scenario has played out twice in the 12 years we have lived in this house.
Anyways, I read Jaycee's post, and giggled because I recognized the people in that story.
So I was putting together a new supper in the crock pot (after pitching the too hot soup) and I was referring to a recipe on my phone. There was a ding and I checked the notification. Someone asked what was going on. There was a slew of firetrucks and emergency vehicles between the 400 and 500 block (where I live). "Huh," I thought. "Wonder what that is all about?"
There was a gas leak, turns out.
Lucky I have facebook.