Recently I made an incredible brisket to take to friends of ours who had just had their first baby. The recipe called for just a touch of liquid smoke in the midst of several other ingredients. The resulting flavor was fantastic.
JW does his own laundry, irons his clothes, and helps clean the house. (Feel free to take a break here to recover from your jealousy). Yesterday he cleaned out the refrigerator on his day off while I was at work. JW also does not like liquid smoke.
Thus ensues the following conversation yesterday afternoon.
JW: “I cleaned out the fridge.”
Me: “I noticed! It looks great!”
JW:“I threw away your liquid smoke.”
Me:“You what?? Again???” (note: this is not the first time this has happened)
JW:“Why do you even have it?”
Me:“Well I don’t use it for you, I use it for other people, like for the brisket I took to Don and Jen.”
JW:“Oh. Well okay, I didn’t throw it away. But I hid it.”
Let me tell you what will happen now. One of these days, I will be making a brisket or some other yummy meal (for somebody else of course) that requires a bit of liquid smoke and will just not be the same without it. So I will ask JW where he hid the liquid smoke when he cleaned out the fridge, and he will not remember. I will have to buy yet another bottle that I will have to guard with my life in order to use it in more than one recipe.