A friend of mine came up with a possible cause for my weird memory issues lately – it could be that Dr Who just really, really needed my cornmeal.
It happened again.
At least, it seems like it.
The other day, we went to the store to buy cornmeal because I wanted to make funchi (the Caribbean version of polenta). I didn’t like the brand they had (store brand, bigger bag than I needed, no ingredient list) and spent some time hunting for alternatives, but without any luck. Finally I gave up and grabbed a bag of the store brand. I put it into our cart with the few other things that we had picked up.
On our way to the cash, PH asked “weren’t you going to grab the cornmeal?”
I gave him a strange look. “I already got it. It’s under the pita bread.”
“Oh, okay, I didn’t see it,” said PH.
Today I went to make the funchi, but I couldn’t find the cornmeal. I didn’t remember unpacking it, now that I thought back, either.
“I can’t remember where I put the cornmeal,” I said to PH.
“Are you sure you got the cornmeal? I never saw it.”
“Of course I did,” I said. “I went to get it right before we headed for the bakery section.”
“I’m just saying, love, that I never saw it in the cart, and I never saw it on the conveyor belt. If you don’t remember putting it away, I think it’s because you didn’t buy it.”
“But I REMEMBER putting it in our cart!”
“Sometimes we think we’ve done things, but we only THINK it.”
“But this isn’t like that,” I said. “That happens to me sometimes, but this isn’t something I THINK I did. It’s something I KNOW I did because I have a very clear memory of it. I remember the weight of the bag, and exactly how it looked sitting in the cart. I remember what part of the bag I grabbed it by. I remember what I did before and after I picked it up.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, love, there’s no cornmeal.”
Am I going crazy?