It's convenient to have enough leftovers from a meal sometimes to warm up later for another meal. I used to chuckle at my parents saving small amounts of leftover vegetables that hardly seemed worth using space in the refrigerator. But every small amount eventually went into a soup or some concoction that ended up being eaten. A few weeks ago we had about 1/2 cup of corn left from our supper that could be thrown into a soup so I left it cooling on the counter. Most of the time I remember to cover things with Saran wrap within an hour after clean up. About three hours later I went to the kitchen to set up my coffee maker for morning and discovered the corn was still sitting on the counter. I hemmed and hawed.........hmmmm.......wondering whether to pitch it in the trash or save it. It got covered with Saran and placed in the fridge. When I get home from Zumba and yoga, I'm hungry and usually grab an apple or some leftovers to hold me until I get our lunch made. The corn got microwaved and I ate it while making us a tuna sandwich. A short time later, I had pain under my ribs and as time passed, it worsened. Cliff got busy doing things and didn't notice and I never told him until a few hours later when I couldn't stand it longer. I gobbled one of his Tums but that didn't seem to help. Of course I was afraid I was having a heart-attack and I know that women present differently than men. I kept thinking if I die of something I could have prevented, I'm going to be really ticked! So I finally told him. He went through his medical assessment with me and said calmly, "you're not having a heart-attack. Call your doctor and tell him what you ate." I related everything to the doc and he said I wasn't having a heart-attack. He explained that the corn sat out on the counter too long, then was heated up in the microwave, and started a fermenting process. Isn't white lightning made with corn? I was making hooch, 160 proof! It took a few hours for the bloating and discomfort to subside. I haven't been able to even look at corn since.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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