The Puzzling Curry Caper

The day before yesterday my husband, Alan, made Curry for dinner. Hot, golden curry from a box whose contents resembled a fragrant, exotic bouillon. When I am working on a given night, I typically eat a small amount for dinner and then have more later on. So, he served himself a large amount, gave me some, and then proceeded to give himself some more. I became a bit angry because I wanted to be able to have the rest of my portion, just not at that moment. I went to take a nap before work, and while I slept, he put the leftovers away...

Later, when I woke up, I nursed my son, Sam. I asked Alan to heat up the curry so I could eat it before work. He could not find it in the fridge; I figured it was just because he was tired. I decided to skip eating.

Which brings us to today; I cleaned the fridge out and there was NO sign of the curry at all. Among the treasures I discovered were rice, some extra food we made for Sam, and remnants of some bacon mess that, while not completely edible, I managed to survive eating when he originally concocted it. I called Alan at work to ask him about it again but he swore he put the curry away. He wished that he could say that he ate it, but he didn't so he couldn't. I looked everywhere- in the cupboards, in the sink. I checked in the freezer and the oven too. I opened the microwave and peeked in the trash. I even had a staring contest with my avocado tree sprout, daring it to tell the full tale from that fateful evening. The mystical, hot golden curry was nowhere to be found.

The facts: I did not eat the curry. Sam did not eat the curry. The cats did not eat the curry. Alan said he did not eat the curry. I want to believe my husband, I really do, but the curry was not in the fridge long enough to grow fuzzy legs and slink away. I can't imagine that some furtive soul skulked into my house to pilfer the remains of my supper, but leave my sweet potato smeared laptop unscathed. I suppose Aliens could have beamed my leftover curry into the heavens, but there are two reasons why I doubt this: one, there are much better currymakers out there, and two, there was no way they could anal probe curry made from cut-up grilled chicken breast.

I am at a loss; I know it's unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but it irks me that it has disappeared without a trace. I live in Maine, not Bermuda, after all!