Sunday, August 12, 2012
I won't ask for that again
He took a look. "This looks great!"
"Go to Calmart," I instructed him. "I know they have cranberry beans there; I saw them. Also, then you can go to the bookstore there and buy the book for Lola's bookclub."
He began to look harried.
When I came home around 5:30, a bit tired and low energy as I hadn't eaten since 9 AM and had walked halfway across San Francisco (during the lunch break I stood patiently in a sluggish line, at the only place near my class which sells food, behind a large clot of puzzled French tourists trying to figure out what a churro is, only to discover that this lunch spot was out of all the vegetarian food. And why couldn't they have written that on the menu board and saved us all precious time, which we'll never have again??), I noticed that there were three bags of fresh cranberries on the counter, along with some other vegetables.
"Um, what did you get these for?" I asked. It didn't seem incomprehensible to me that there were cranberries, as the children love cranberry pie and cranberry juice.
"For the soup! And it was really hard to find them!" said the Sober Husband proudly.
"Sugarplum, you were supposed to get cranberry beans, not cranberries!" I said.
"I asked the children, and none of us knew what cranberry beans were," he said, crestfallen.
"Why didn't you ask someone in the produce section? I know they have them; they were hard to miss!" I kvetched.
We put the cranberries in the freezer. A bit later the Sober Husband asked me tentatively, "If I went and got the cranberry beans, do you still have enough energy to cook?"
I assured him, and he set off again. This time he returned proudly with two bags of dried cranberry beans.
"Sweetheart, it was supposed to be FRESH cranberry beans. I can't use those."
He looked at them. The instructions on the bags clearly stated that the beans needed to be soaked overnight. "Can you soak them and use them tomorrow?"
"No, this soup is just for FRESH vegetables." By then an hour and a half had elapsed since I came home from my class. I stomped into the kitchen and heated myself up some leftovers. "Are you doing this so I'll never ask you to go to the store again?" I asked suspiciously.