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Ringo's Secret From Maureen

The honeymoon was over when Mr. Starr kept an important fact from Mrs. Starr!

Article from Star Time Magazine mid to late 1965.

The door closed and Maureen was gone. Humming softly, he tip-toed into the kitchen and started rummaging through the drawers.

What was going on? Nothing really. Only a secret ̶ a secret Ringo was keeping from Maureen!

Ringo smiled and explained, "You see, I wanted to do something nice for her ̶ something really special. I decided to cook her a dinner she'd never forget! You know, give her a day off from the kitchen work. And," he smiled again, "show her what a good cook I can be!"

Before Ringo could follow up his plans, he had to get Maureen out of the house. It wasn't easy, but he finally talked her into going shopping ̶ at a new store on the other side of the city.

"Buy something suede," he told her.

Maureen finally gave in and went shopping. Now Ringo could "go to work!"

He spread all the things he'd need on the kitchen table ̶ flour, salt, sugar, eggs, milk, etc. He'd decided to make steak with Tarragon sauce and bake a big chocolate cream cake. For side dishes, he'd have Caesar salad, potatoes, cheese boats and spiced peaches.

Grinning happily to himself, he started mixing, adding, beating, blending, shaking, and stirring.

Ringo told us, "I'd put the latch chain on the door so I'd be able to hear Maureen come in. She'd have to take time to unlock the chain. And that would give me time to put everything away so she wouldn't see it."

But Ringo was having so much fun cooking he wasn't paying attention to anything else. He was just about to roll out the dough for the cake when he heard a voice.

"I'm back," Maureen called from the hall.

Ringo quickly pushed the dough into a lump and tossed it into the sink. He put the steak in the oven. And when he put the Tarragon sauce in the sink, it fell and spilled down the drain. He was just turning away from the sink when Maureen walked in.

"What are you doing with that wine bottle?" she asked.

Ringo looked down at his hand. He hadn't been able to find a rolling-pin, so he'd thought of using a wine bottle instead. And here he was still holding it!

Ringo thought fast. "I'm reducing my hips," he told her. And he started rolling the wine bottle back and forth from his waist and hips.

"Sure," Maureen said, giving him a strange look. "But let's go. I want you to give your opinion on something I saw just down the street."

Before Ringo could say or do anything, he was out of the house. An hour-and-a-half later, he was back.

"What's that smell?" asked Maureen as they entered.

"Coir!" Ringo said. It was the steaks ̶ the ones he'd put in the oven and forgotten.

Needless to say, Ringo's dinner was ruined. The steaks were penny-sized pieces of burned meat. The dough was a soggy lump. The peaches (which he had left draining) were shriveled up. And the wine (still in the bottle) was luke-warm, It was a mess!

"Well," Ringo answered, "I still gave Maureen a surprise. I took her out to dinner!"