A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

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That husband of mine said…

You better eat that can of hash in the cupboard before it expires…which kicked off a conversation that started like this…

Her…it’s not MY can of hash. I didn’t buy it.
Him…it’s not MY can of hash. I hate hash.

And so the mystery of the can of hash began…neither of us wanting to take ownership of the foul beast…

That mother of mine made hash…leftover roast beef…potatoes…onions…grind together in one of those metal meat grinders…fry up in a dab of butter…

It was tasty—so much so, mama-me made it for those daughters of hers in much the same way…

But regardless of hash history…this was indeed a hash mystery…for one of us knows she would never…never ever ever…buy hash in a can…

And so it was time to hash things out…

Because writer me remembers writing about this can of hash…joking about impulse buys…two old folks going to Menards for toilet bolts one of us coming out with a llama doodad the other picking up Spam in a bag and other interesting foods…

Found the picture…October 2022…there it was…that can of hash riding merrily across the conveyor belt…proof enough for the other one of us to begrudgingly own it…

And so it is…in life…a picture is worth a thousand words…or maybe in this case just six…six clear decision making words…

Throw the hash…in the trash…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…