Why My Husband Is an Evil Man

We got a very nice coupon for 20% off cookbooks at Davis Kidd. Yes. I know. We have plenty of cookbooks. But it’s a coupon. It needs to be used or it will expire feeling incomplete and uncared for with a whole lot of existential angst. I would hate for that to happen to such a nice coupon. And besides, like my mother taught me, it’s not how much you spend, it’s how much you save, especially when shoes are involved. QED, the more I spend with a coupon like this, the more I save, and that’s good. Right? Ain’t logic grand?

So, we went to Davis Kidd. We went specifically to get a book to go with our Christmas toy that Paul told you about. They didn’t have that book, though, and we still had the coupon. So we came home with Mimi Sheraton’s The German Cookbook, The I Hate to Cook Book: 50th Anniversary Edition, Joe Dabney’s The Food, Folklore, and Art of Lowcountry Cooking, and, oh yeah, the Le Creuset Mini-Cocotte cookbook.

Mini Cocotte

You may ask, “Why, Angela, how many Le Creuset Mini Cocottes do you have?” I have none. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Have I wanted them? Yes. Have I positively lusted over them to an unhealthy and less-than-sane level? Yes. Have I hinted subliminally (as in “Those Le Creuset cocottes would be the best present ever in the whole world, and if I had them I would never want anything ever again so-help-me-God-I-promise-really-mean-it-this-time-probably-I-think-maybe.”)? Yes again.

And so my husband, out of his undying love for me, has bought me this little book. I am both thrilled and charmed and seething all at the same time. Is he being sweet? Or is he mocking me for my well-known desire for these little babies? I would like to think he’s tempting me. After all, even if I can’t sneak over to Williams-Sonoma for them, Amazon sells them, even the cherry red ones that would go with my other things. Of course, he could be testing me, seeing how much impulse control I really have (not much).

And besides, they’re only $19.99 on Amazon instead of the $20 list price. So that’s a whole 8 cents if we buy 8 of them. 8 cents! That can buy, well, not much I can think of but there has to be something. Stick of gum, maybe? Couple of Tic-Tacs? A Pez or two? See. all that with just 8 cents.

Besides, maybe he won’t even notice that I put them in our cart until it ships. Right?


Husband’s update: Yeah, like I wasn’t going to notice that there were eight additional items in our Amazon cart. At least she makes good mac & cheese.

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  • December 31, 2010 at 7:39 pm

    If you don’t mind hideous turquoise, you can get a special deal on them.

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