Having stuffed peppers for dinner this evening brought back a funny memory from the distant past.
When our children were teen-agers, we had stuffed peppers for dinner one Sunday afternoon and there were a couple left. Knowing the kids wouldn’t be home for dinner the next day, I said to Mr. H., “We can have left-overs tomorrow if you don’t mind.” Of course, he didn’t mind. We don’t agree on many things, but stuffed peppers are that one rare thing we both like.
So, the next evening, when it was time to fix dinner, I took the casserole dish out of the fridge that had the peppers in it and put it into the oven to warm while I put together some things to go with them. When everything was ready, the table set and drinks fixed, I took the dish out of the oven, removed the lid and got the surprise of my life!
There were peppers alright... but nothing in them! How could I have guessed that our son would raid the refrigerator after we’d gone to bed and eat the stuffing out of the peppers? And then put the dish back in the fridge!
Mr. H. and I looked at each other for a full 30 seconds before we broke into laughter.
And then ordered pizza.