So my next door neighbor, Martha was off-island this week, but the day before she left she came banging on me door.
"Hey, dummy," she said in her cutest voice, "I'm supposed to do basketball snacks this week, but I won't be here so can YOU do it? No worries if you can't, but remember all those times I let your kids take tennis lessons for free?"
"Martha, you know I hate doing snacks!"
"Remember all the times I brought you pasta salad?"
"Martha, I really really hate doing snacks."
"Remember those magic skimmer shorts I bought you from Kohls.com? The ones you were wearing the night you met Jack Johnson?"
"Okay, I'll do it!" I said, "but I won't like it."
See in Hawaii snack is code for full-on meal--pizza, chicken, chili and rice, bentos, musibi, prime rib, coconut shrimp, etc.
When the dreaded day came I was in a dilemma. I knew I couldn't pretend to forget like I usually do, but I was so busy doing Facebook quizzes that I didn't really have time to shop, let alone cook, so I decided on bologna.
I was going to do bologna parmesian, but I've been out of mozzarella cheese since early 1990 so I had to settle for bologna sandwiches.
My son wrinkled his nose and shook his head, but I didn't let that stop me.
My bread was frozen, but I didn't let that stop me.
My 5 gallon jug of mayo was at it's wits end, but I didn't let that stop me.
I'm a nose to the grindstone kind of girl and even though I was literally up-to-my-elbows in mayo and had to spread that frozen bread with my fingers I wasn't going to let Martha down.
As for the accessories, I can be very creative/resourceful, in a waste not/want not sort of way--lerned that from my MIL, so I ventured to the deepest corners of my cupboards and the darkest recesses of my fridge. BINGO! Amazing the treasures I found--an old bag of flaming hot crunchy cheetos from our Superbowl party, a package of left over soda crackers from my super ferry adventure, a few sprigs of brocolli that survived the flood in my crisper drawer, some bread crumbs, a can of bean with bacon soup, a box of raisens . . .
It was a plethora of potpourri. A smorgasborg surprise.
And I'm nothing if not thoughtful, which means I whipped out a permanent marker and gave credit where credit was due by writing on each brown bag in my best handwriting:
Made With Love by Martha
Thanks Auntie Martha!
(That's what they said.)
(Speaking of made with love: Check out the latest entry on The Magic Quilt. It will give you tingles.)
P.S. Wanna know what I think of Facebook quizzes?
Two words: Stu. Pid.
I took the how dumb are you quiz and it told me:
you have the normal amount of dumbness..congratulations !!
Who writes those dumb quizzes anyway?