This week’s Fun Monday hosts at The UncaringBear has asked us to Share with us a little white lie that you may, or may not, have gotten away with. Perhaps it’s something more sinister than a little white lie – maybe even a deep dark secret that you’ve kept buried for years! All the better! Now’s your chance to get it off your chest and confess: “Yes, I did eat that last slice of cheese cake”, “No, I wasn’t washing my hair that Saturday”, “Those pants do make you look fat”!
Well, to be perfectly honest, I had to think long and hard about this subject. I finally ended up asking Shaun if he could think of anything I ever fibbed about. He immediately pondered for nearly five minutes before he asked me if I remembered the sausages. Ah yes…the sausages, how could I ever forget them?
Years ago, when we were first married and I was still a naive starry-eyed bride, I used to lovingly make us all a big breakfast. (This was before I learned the joys of cold cereal) One morning I slaved away at the stove creating a wonderful feast for us. (By wonderful, I mean that I managed to not burn a single thing) I called my little family to the table as I proudly placed the heaping serving platters of scrambled eggs, (Shaun quickly learned to accept the one and only way I can manage prepare eggs) crisp hash browns and perfectly browned sausages on the table.
As I took the two steps back to our tiny kitchen to butter the toast, Shaun looked at me with a funny expression on his face and asked if that’ was all the sausage there was. I responded that I thought the one package would be fine for us. Then he asked me if I had dropped any on the floor or something. I looked at him like he was nut and told him that I didn’t think so. They were all there. He just shook his head and muttered about something about how strange it was that there were only seven sausage links in a package. I just shrugged and sat down to eat our meal.
The moment passed and the topic moved on to other things. In the middle of discussing what we would do that day, I nearly broke into tears. I couldn’t take the pressure and had to confess to my beloved that I had eaten one of the sausages before I called everyone to the table.
Nowadays, whenever I happen to see a package of sausage links, I have to grin…I mean, WHO in their right mind counts sausage links??
I still can’t tell a fib worth beans…but I may have learned to be sneakier about sampling the sausages. The trick is to always eat two just to keep it even…
You’ll burn in hell for that!
I’m kidding of course.
You always need to sample to make sure it’s cooked properly -well that’s would have been my white lie!!
The chefs perogative is to sample anything they cook!
i would have said that i dropped it so had to throw it away lol
That’s it? THAT is your white lie? You cooked a huge breakfast and helped yourself to a lovely pork sausage while doing all the work and then told a fib about it? Sheesh! You’re so much more honest than I am if THAT is your lie.
BTW, I would have owned up to the sausage and DARED them to be mad at me about it.
LOL—no harm done….ask your dearly beloved just WHAT he’s sampled. ROFLAMO…couldn’t resist that one.
Great story.
He counted the sausages?
I just snorted so loud the neighbours probably heard. Love you secret admission.
by the way Uncaringbear has also graced us with his presence and posted on his secret stories too aover at my place.
I don’t know what was funnier…Shaun counting the sausages or you’re putting out 7 and thinking it wasn’t an odd number.
Willowtree~That’s what HE tells me (still!)
Chrisb~Where’s the lie in that?
beccy~I agree!
herindoors~I think it was a bit of a “deer in the headlight” thing…
Peggy~I don’t know why I didn’t do that, that’s my natual tendency.
Hootin’ Anni~Actually, he very rarely samples things before he serves them. He doesn’t cheat at board games either…I don’t know what’s wrong with him… 🙂
Swampy~That’s what I’m saying!
tob~on my way back!
Cheryl~I put out a mound of sausage on a plate…nobody was supposed to count them!!!
That was too funny! I think I would have gone with the “I dropped it” little white lie myself…but really, who counts sausages? sheesh!! 😉
well of course you have to sample to insure the food is properly cooked;)
That’s great! Testing is the cook’s privilege, anyway…
And I think it’s the men who count sausages…
Soooo Funny. I would have blamed the shop
for short changing me. Who would Argue with that.
I’ve got so many white lies, the older ones are turning a light shade of gray.
I think you’ll still be able to enter the Pearly Gates!! Great story!
Geez one little pork sausage makes you break down and confess LOL Cute story!!
Yea, I gotta say counting sausages is quite the test of character! At least you’ve fine tuned your eating approach since then, to keep him off the scent.
That’s too funny. I’m going to have a nice chuckle every time I’m in sausage section of the store now.
Too funny. And I have to agree, he counted the sausages???? Sheesh. I think I would have had one of those temper tantrums and told him he could cook his own dang breakfast from now on. Which is why you are a MUCH better person than I.
It’s all part of cooking! And I am not going to look at a package of sausage the same again.
Men instinctively know who many links are in a package of sausage. It’s in our DNA.
I do have to ask one thing though. Did it really take that much work to come up with ANY white lie you might have EVER told? I mean, you do have two teenagers and I know parents lie to kids all the time. LOL 😉
For some reason, I could not imagine you lying even about sausage links. Well, I wish you all the sausage that your heart desires although sausage is probably not actually good for your heart.
Shame, shame you sausage grubber!
Cute story!
Happy Fun Monday!
BTW, I’ve done that with cookies before. There’s always 11, not 12, in a dozen in our house!
The real question is: Why was HE counting them?
Helllooo, that is the LAW of the kitchen! The cook always gets to eat while he/she makes the meal.
LOL I did that for 28 years while I was married and no one ever complained. I consider it a right of us domestic goddesses!
That reminds me of the movie “Funny Farm” when she eats the last of their food and says, no she didn’t do it. He later finds an apple core… Funny!
Is counting sausages anal retentive. I just had to say that cuz it popped into my head.
So funny… you made me read this to my SIL
HE actually counted to know you had tasted one? Wow! What funny story!!
BTW Fianna and I think you deserve an ego boost and we tag you for the 10 things I love/like about me, aka “Stuart Smalley meme”!! Spreading the LOVE!
LOL, too funny, I cannot ever eat before I serve the family either..other half on the other hand has no problem picking at food beforeit hits the table…I just cannot do it. I cannot lie either..same as you
counting sausages sounds like a neat kitchen task when u dunno how to cook em LOL!
Keshi.
Ha ha… we never know that someone probably pay attention to the sausages amount.
I should be careful. Well, thanks for sharing =) he he
Now THAT’S my kind of lie!!! Very funny!!
Hehehe! Seriously, who does count the sausages! LOL! I agree that it is the chef’s right to sample! =-)
LOL thats cute! I always eat out of the cooked food as I cook. I am the taster!!:D:D:D:D
My word, your marriage SURVIVED that episode? Your husband is a saint … unbelievable. Imagine that. Eating a sausage before breakfast. That’s just crazy.
Glad you confessed quickly. A lie like that has a way of eating at you …