Dick's Hideaway

To buy a mousetrap

When I went to the hardware store last week I had no intention of buying another barbeque. Honestly, I went there only to get a couple mouse traps. Unfortunately the store was out of mousetraps, but to get to the mousetrap aisle I had to pass the big, beautiful barbeque that I had swooned over last May.
I hate leaving empty handed and, before I could go out the door with nothing, a brilliant - BRILLIANT - idea filled my head.
Snow next week. This baby’s been sitting here unsold all summer. I should check with the manager. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll be going on sale soon.
Well, what a coincidence. She was going to put a sale sign on it that very morning.
Who hustled quicker is hard to say, but I had my truck backed up to the door seconds before two guys had the grill there and loaded up.
That very same day I got my new shiny transferred to the boat and out to camp where it’s a great addition to the deck.
Here’s my first project - a loaf of whole wheat bread baked in the barbeque.
It’s good that Mary doesn’t use Facebook so she doesn’t know this story. (For some reason she thinks I already have too many barbeques.) As I was baking yesterday she commented, “Oh, I see you brought the barbeque from home,” and I pretended my hearing aids were off so as not to engage in a lie.
Luckily, she loved the bread. Ate two slices... hot... with butter.
We are getting snow this weekend, so by the time we get home Tuesday, the other new barbeque on the home deck will be covered and by spring when it gloriously appears again she’ll kinda forget. And, if she doesn’t, I’ll remind her how wonderful that first loaf of bread tasted, and turn my hearing aids off for a couple hours as I knead a fresh batch of dough.