“There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.”*

For dinner tonight I made this chicken, and these yam cakes, and oven fries, and steamed whole green beans, and chopped organic Braeburn apple.

Primo ate: an apple, a glass of milk, a piece of potato and a bite or two of chicken (both dredged through ketchup) before declaring it "OK."

Seg ate: half an apple, a bite or two of chicken, and a glass of milk.

Terzo ate: four pieces of potato and a glass of ice water.

H ate a helping of green beans, some yam cakes, and a couple pieces of potato.
He was "not in the mood for chicken," which I, having been married to the man for thirteen years (but perhaps being a tad oversensitive?), translated as "I don't like drumsticks." (From the man who won't eat scallops (yucky texture), crab, lobster, or shrimp ("bottom-feeders"), pork, most red meat except for the occasional hamburger or $25 piece of steak), or flounder ("trash fish").)

I ate it all; in fact, I ate too much, and it was DELICIOUS.


Maybe my looks are the problem...

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* Thomas Wolfe