Mangled Butter and the Tao of Stieb

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

When I said, “Andrew darling, the unsalted butter is mine and mine alone. Don’t touch it or you’ll eat catfood for a week,” it didn’t give him carte blanche to revert to his bachelor ways and gouge great holes in its regular counterpart. Clearly he misunderstood.

When I posted a comment to Cheryl’s blog, crediting her husband for staying on topic when he posted in her absence, I was commenting on my husband’s sports obsession, not criticizing the sites he likes. I wrote…

I have to schedule blogs in advance when I travel since my husband would just talk about baseball and send my readers [emphasis mine] to sites like Drunk Jays Fans and the Tao of Stieb.

While the Drunk Jays Fans remained silent, the cleverly titled blog The Tao of Stieb took the above comment as a criticism of their site. Clearly he misunderstood.

The only thing wrong with my husband usurping my blog to talk baseball and send my readers to the sites above is that this is a food blog. Burnt toast, puff pastry swans and brownie recipes do not a sports blog make.

But, as The Tao wisely surmised, I was not familiar with his site. So I popped over to see if, perhaps, there was a tidy little cross-over involving … oh, say… peanuts and Cracker Jack. After scrolling through The Tao’s extensive category list, I found a post labeled Meatloaf. I clicked on it with great anticipation. Was this a favourite recipe of some Gold Glove winner? Part of a strict training diet for short stops? Nope. It was about some guy named Adam Lind.

Clearly, I misunderstood.

Will Christie’s Corner and the Tao of Stieb ever share anything beyond my husband’s admiration? As Andrew pointed out there’s “batter up” and then there’s “batter up and deep fry.”

Guess not.