Because our weekdays tend to be busy, I like to cook several meals on the weekend. One spring weekend, we did well. I made a pasta dish with M; she enjoys cooking with me. We also put a chili in the Crockpot. The plan was for me to prepare another dish on the stove. I opened one of the drawers to look for my favorite cucharón. I found it, burnt in half. Whodunit?
I was more amused than irritated (yes I was upset) that it was placed back in the drawer as if I wouldn’t notice. Though I have small hands, I wasn’t going to be able to cook with it. I imagined it was left on the stove and the rubber tip started melting and/or the whole thing caught fire. I didn’t know if my mother in law had asked Rambo to cut it in half but it wasn’t a clean cut. M had no idea. She thought it was strange it was put away looking like that. Rambo was apologetic and offered to pay for it. He looked into the mystery himself. His mom tried to argue that it might have been my daughter and her friend during their playdate. M has been hurt in kitchen accidents during cooking camp so she has firsthand knowledge of kitchen hazards. My mother in law also offered to replace the cucharón. I was hoping I would get an explanation. After snapping a picture to document this hilarious moment, the cucharón went out with the trash. The mystery remains unresolved.
Living with in-laws is never easy. But my problems with my living situation are minutiae for the most part. I might find a plastic bag or container in my compost bin. A dish might still be wet when I pull it out of the cabinet. This week, I located my misplaced library card in my child’s toy box. These are simple, silly matters that can add up, especially on a busy day. Keeping a sense of humor and a knack for detective work is a must.