. . .washing the fresh veggies we bought at the local farmstandOh, and don't forget, self, wash the lunch dishes.
. . .turning the cut unripe mango into a sauce or something
. . .combining the ripe avocado and quarter-cube of tofu into mashed avocado and tofu with garlic, green onion, tomato, cilantro, and (shhhh!) kimchee juice
. . .creating some kind of casserole with the leftover BBQ chicken from last Sunday's Filipino Community BBQ fundraiser.
The husband is normally the dishwasher but because I needed to hog the kitchen sink and counter I said I'd wash them. That is, I will after I'm done with everything else I need to complete.
Maybe I shouldn't have let the husband off the hook. Lunch was a concoction of mashed banana, tofu, peanut butter, and fig jam on toasted blueberry bagel. When the husband took a bite, he asked, "What the heck is this?"
"What? You don't like it?" I responded.
"It tastes good," said the husband. "It just looks like barf. But, it tastes good."
Okay, then, that's all that counts.
It didn't hurt my feelings that he described the look of my dish as such. It really didn't. He describes honey as bee barf. Besides, it was not the first time that someone has said to my dish tastes great, but looks horrible.
C'est le vie.
Back downstairs I go.
P.S. This is a couple hours or so later. I accomplished everything but washing the dishes. The husband is doing that now, along with the dinner dishes. No big deal, according to him. I am thankful for that.
P.S.S. For dinner, I made another dish that looked horrible, but tasted wonderful. It's not like I'm trying. If you haven't experimented with sauteing not-so-sweet pineapple and mango with leftover BBQ chicken and/or BBQ pork, give it a try. Even the mama ate up her portion.