I had been thinking about making Cashew Chicken for a couple of weeks now and had worked up my appetite and taste buds for dinner tonight. Just as I was ready to put dinner on the table I started looking for the cashews I had in my pantry. After about 20 minutes of looking through the pantry and rearranging everything in order to find the container that I know I had in there somewhere, I was getting a little frustrated. Dinner was late and cold by now and there were still no cashews in sight. Jer finally came over and gave me a hug and asked what I was looking for. I told him and then glumly reheated everything and sat down to eat.  He started right in on saying how good dinner was and making me laugh. Once I had calmed down a little bit he stood up and said while he went to hide behind the door, 'You are happy now right? Then I can tell you, I ate the cashews a couple of weeks ago'. There was nothing to do but laugh at how I love my husband. I am still chuckling about it and shaking my head. So much for my hiding place in my pantry, at least the pantry is organized.