Yes, my cucumber was missing. Literally.

But it was not as anxiety-causing as THE WALLET or THE PASSPORT.

Yesterday, I had sworn that I had put it in the corner next to my butter. It was slightly moldy on on end, but I was ready to take it on. Perhaps to make a the vermicelli salad with lettuce, carrots, green papaya, and cucumber. Then topped with some nice grilled meat. I thought about it after a long day at work on my long train ride (I had to catch the slow train)…and the slow drive back to my place.

My roommate and a friend were about to depart for a show at the Marsh. I debated going for a run but decided to prepare dinner first. So I looked inside the fridge, expecting to find the ingredients that I was searching for.

Carrots in the fresh compartment. Check.

Cucumber…not found?

I noticed an empty drawer. Completely empty. And clean.

My roommate had already left.

But my cucumber?! Gone! Absent! No mark!

Yesterday, I had considered using it in my dinner, but decided impulsively to make mashed potatoes instead with my brand new potato ricer (thanks to Williams-Sonoma). But today, I intended to go all Asian…but to my horror, my cucumber was gone.

I sulked. Instead, I ate a hard-boiled egg and two soft tacos with apples, jalapeño cheddar, green leaf lettuce. Yeah so the latter does sound interesting but nothing like the vermicelli salad that would have been a great lunch for the next two days.

I miss you, cucumber. You were a present from Chris. I remember the day that you arrived. There were two—I used one to make Chris’ palate cleansing salad for his deep fry birthday party. Then the other was supposed to be around today.

If only the cleaning lady didn’t decide to toss out my cucumber.