For months, I had been puzzled. I’m an avid cook, and I take pride in preparing meals for my family. But no matter how much I cooked, the food seemed to vanish faster than I could make it. I’d load up the fridge with fresh ingredients, cook hearty meals, and yet, when I’d go to grab leftovers, my fridge was always empty. At first, I thought maybe my family was eating more than usual or that I’d misjudged the portions. But as time passed, the situation didn’t change.
One evening, I decided to come home early from work, curious to finally get to the bottom of the mystery. I walked into the house, expecting to see my kids and husband enjoying a meal, but everything seemed oddly quiet. I checked the kitchen, and once again, the fridge was nearly bare. But this time, I noticed something strange—a trail of crumbs leading down the hallway.
I followed the trail cautiously, and to my shock, it led to the garage. When I opened the door, I saw my husband, standing by the freezer, devouring a plate of my homemade lasagna. He looked up, startled, as if he’d been caught in the act.
“Why are you eating in the garage?” I asked, barely able to suppress my shock.
He sheepishly explained that he had been taking my meals and storing them in the garage, enjoying them alone so he could have some peace and quiet after long days. He didn’t want to “bother” me while I was busy cooking. I was stunned, but at least now I finally understood where all my meals had been disappearing.
It was both a funny and frustrating revelation, but it also gave me a chance to share how important it was to me that we eat together as a family.
