While enjoying dinner the other night, I casually observed that it must be nice to sit down to the table and simply eat whatever is placed in front of you. I imagined the joy of not having to decide what to fix, not going to the grocery store, not toting bags into the kitchen and putting items away. Ahhhh, the luxury of not preparing food, not setting the table, not pouring something to drink. Simply set your butt down and eat your meal.
Sounded heavenly to me. I may have commented that Devoted Spouse had it pretty good in the “meals” department. I no longer sneak in mushrooms or eggs when he’s not looking. And, I completely gave up trying to win him over to my side on the asparagus issue. He gets the food he likes, prepared the way he likes, when he likes. Good deal, huh?
After I spouted off for awhile, Devoted Spouse agreed that the week following Thanksgiving he will be in charge of all our dinners. I was ecstatic. I offered to clean the kitchen if he does the menu planning, buying & storing away, preparing, and serving. I can’t wait.
As Devoted Spouse was leaving the dinner table, he had a grin on his face and he was mumbling. I could have sworn I heard the word…”MRE”…sigh…