Skip to main content

Freezer burn


My grandmother on my father side, stayed at our house for a weekend. Her job was to take care of my other grand mother. We were busy teenagers and we were angels. Okay maybe not. But staying home is something we didn't do much, especially, with the added supervision. Had we been home, we would have seen what happened at the scene of the crime.

My mother had chest freezer filled with a side of beef. There was a bunch of mouths to feed and apparently my grandmother thought that included her. They were only going away for a couple days. What could happen? They would soon find out.

What's in the bag?

They came home after the weekend away and it was time for my father to drive McGregor meme' home. He wondered why her suitcase felt heavier than the other day but thought nothing of it. My mom hated deciding what to make for supper but felt confident because she knew she had many options waiting in the chest freezer. There was only one problem. The freezer was cleared out. 

 Where's da beef?

When dad got home he could see steam rising from my mom’s head and a look he had seen before. He quickly ran though his mind his daily activities and convinced himself that this time it wasn't his fault. Little did he know; he was an accessory to the crime. She pointed to her husband and asked him to follow her. She lifted the door and said, “Someone stole my beef”  "Aha" My dad thought. With that the mystery of the heavy suitcase was solved.  My mother was well educated on anything mysterious and watched many Murder she wrote episodes, so it was no surprise when she declared "There was only person who could have taken it” McGregor Granny strikes again. She had to decide. Do I confront her or not.

Ground round frown

My brother was the first one to call McGregor granny Burger Meister, Meister Burger. Instead of Santa Claus is coming to town, it was clepto-granny going to town. Instead of toys, it was meat.  I can almost see her looking into the freezer, with a Burger Meister frown. " Beef! Who can afford beef? I can't afford beef! No beef for you!!!" 

 You have the right to remain silent and you'd better

My mother was a practicing Catholic and although she wanted to throw the book at her, had to do the right thing: Forgive her. This came in handy. Especially, on the day granny invited us over for supper. Everything smelt so good and we devoured the food.  My mother didn't say a word. She didn't have too. Clepto-granny wasn't fooling mom. McGregor meme' never smiled but on this day, she did smirk a little.  Even if my mom could convict her, she would've got off: We were eating the evidence. 


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Road Trips: Kejimkujik National Park and Historic Site

We bought a van and we did so for one reason: camping. Our first test would be at Jeremy's Bay Campground. Kejimkujik National park had many sites to choose from usually but because people were spending their hard earned money in Canada (boycotting America) we only had a few spots available. The van had stow n go seats so it gave us enough room for a couple roll out mattresses. Setting up camp was pretty simple a dinning tent a couple of chairs and a fire.  Luckily for us we were there a week before the fire ban. Things were great until it was time to sleep. There was a crying kid a few sites away who was always in trouble for something. His crying continued into the wee hours of the morning. I finally locked the doors and fell asleep. Then it was tinkle time. As I opened the door the ani-theft alarm started to blare and I couldn't turn the darn thing off. After a few minutes of frustration and yes, cussing, I got it to stop not before waking up the entire camp.   I try t...
Post a Comment
Read more

A pane in the glass

One pane of glass. One red, white and blue basketball. And one frustrating day in the window repair business.    My father was very good at repairing windows. He had plenty of practice. Our backyard was our arena, our stadium and the scene of many sporting errors.  Who done it? It all started on our one-lane road.  Every homeowner could hear the crack of the bat and then the smash of a ball. Where it came from, no one knew. We split, leaving the bat suspended just above the dust cloud. Not a kid in sight. Who done it was an unsolved mystery. All they could see was the weapon, the bat, the ball and the glass now littering the living room floor. Opps Things were different in our backyard. A wayward slapshot way upstairs. Crash. A change-up and a foul tip. Smash. Today's error: a basketball. A hook shot, nothing but air and glass. Bang. Shortly after the initial impact we heard something else, my father cuss "Friggin Kids" It was the only f word my dad was all...
Post a Comment
Read more

Humming

We have a rose of Sharon bush in front of our  living room window. Every year it attracts humingbirds. Now the blooms are bursting with color. I patiently waited for this little guy to return.  Expectation and joy brings colors to life. The fluttering of wings, the souls delight.  To savor the nectar of a the new day. That is just the hummingbirds way. My pics. Hummingbird at home.
Post a Comment
Read more