SINthia, my evil twin, and I have a birthday coming up here real soon. Ben, in typical Ben fashion, has surprised me. Well kinda. As much as you can surprise someone you’ve lived with for almost fifteen years. Last year, we were making like bums on one of his days off and went into a flea market to see what we could see. I saw this.
Everyone knows how much I love cast iron. I use it in my first, second and third kitchens. And Ben knows how much I love gifts I can use and don’t have to dust (trinkets are really not my thing).What can I say? I’m very practical. When I saw this the first time, my eyes lit up. I thought of all the chicken fried steak I could fry, pineapple upside-down cakes over the campfire I could do, and how I would probably have to will it one of the kids when I die, to keep the family. (In case you don’t know, that’s what you do with cast iron.)
And Ben, God love him, always remembers when my eyes light up. Truthfully, it doesn’t happen very often. I simply don’t want for much of anything. They say a rich person isn’t the one with the most, but one who needs the least. That would be me. I’m very rich.
So a year later, we are making like bums again. I said, “Lets stop and see if that skillet is still there.”
We stopped. He bought it and explained, with a bummed look on his face, how he was going to buy it the day before and surprise me with it, but something came up at work, and he couldn’t.
I had to laugh. Everyone knows he can’t keep a secret from me. That’s okay. I can’t keep one from him either. Anyone else’s secret, we are both okay; but the soul mate thing throws a wrench in our secrets. At Christmas last year I got him some stag grips for his pistol. He knew something was up and said, “If I guess it will you tell me?” *Sis nodding* Weeks later he asks, “Does it rhyme with gag strips?”
Anyway. Thanks Ben, for my new/very old cast iron skillet. I love it and know there is no need to pick up a flower and wonder if he loves me…
I already know.
Sis
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I may have to drive up and try to steal that you lucky woman. I learned very early on to love cast iron.