APB-Stolen Dinner Roll

Last night I decided to prepare a nice supper for my wonderful husband (remember I have been away for about a week). The garden provided its first bounty....lovely zucchini squash and a cucumber. A couple of chunks of fillet, halved pear and dinner rolls filled out the menu.

I started the charcoal fire as wonderful husband settled into his chair with cocktail and chips. Lou Dobbs was ranting(that's my interpretation) on CNN. I came inside to prep the food. Sat and watched the rant a few minutes. It takes about 10 minutes for a good bed of coals to form.

So, I took out the plate with fillet, squash, halved pear and dinner rolls. Lo and behold my fire fizzled. It needed more starter fuel. It's in the garage. I wandered through the house into the garage, found the fuel, trotted back outside. I squirted some of the fuel onto the smoking coals (like the label tells you not to do). The fire was well on its way. The night was cloudy, light wind, humid. I stayed outdoors, waiting for the coals to glow.

The grill was ready, lovely husband wanted to know when dinner would be ready. I hollered about 20 minutes or so. The coals were spread using my tongs, the grill nestled in place and I reached for the plate of prepped food. There is only ONE dinner roll sitting on top of the food. Interesting! My first thought was for my sanity--is dementia setting in? Maybe. I shuffled inside to fetch another dinner roll pondering the state of my mind. Not dementia...I know I put two dinner rolls on top of the plate. OK. Where could the roll have gone?

I placed the fillet, squash and pears on the grill. I love the sizzle and pop when the first juices of the food hit the glowing coals. However, my enjoyment was hampered by the mystery of the missing dinner roll. I looked around for evidence. No dogs in the vicinity...no crumb trail....no half eaten dinner roll. Hunh! The mystery deepened as the food sizzled.

The mystery of the missing dinner roll wore on my mind. I reached for the grill cover, time to let the food steep in the charcoal smoke. And there it was! My evidence! Fresh bird poop on the grill cover.

OK fly boys! Your jig is up! Don't think your going to get a free dinner from me in the future.