balbonics

Speaking of Richard, he happened to be around when I finally got a chance to buy butter (I haven’t had butter in 3 days!) and immediately put me to shame whining about not having butter for three days when he hadn’t had any in two weeks. Two entire weeks. And for that matter, any cooking lubricant (viz. olive oil). So one day he found himself chopping up things (let’s say tomatoes and onions) before realizing he didn’t have anything to saute them with. But because this is Richard, there will be brilliance! You know how salad dressing separates in a bottle, and the oil sits on top? YES! Turns out he had some in the fridge… and the rest is history. Brilliance, what did I say. And a few days later, he discovered a bottle of fancy olive oil, you know what I mean, in a curvy bottle with things floating in it. Ah, if we were only aware of our gifts when we needed them the most.