I had a bad night last night, and didn’t come downstairs until almost 10:00. (There are benefits to being retired.) Since I can’t eat for an hour after I take my Synthroid, it was after 11:00 before I was ready to eat.
I asked The Squire what time he had gotten up – 7:00 – and asked if he was hungry. “I need something on my stomach. I can either have a bowl of cereal now, or we can reheat that stew** and have lunch together.”
“I’m not hungry now. Why don’t you go ahead and eat?”
It is noon. I have just returned from placing my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, and he says to me, “You know, I am feeling a bit hungry. I think I’ll go fix myself some lunch. Do you want something?”
** “That stew”, to his eternal credit, was a recipe he’d seen on Rachael Ray’s show while he was riding the bike at the Y. He’d purchased all the ingredients and put it together himself.
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It is a man thing!
Never kill a man who purchases food and cooks for you without any prodding.
When this happens to me, I roll my eyes and tell myself, there’s a lesson in here somewhere. I don’t know what it is, but if you discover it before me, would you please email me? As the Reverend Ref said…he at least cooked the stew. Does he cook anything chocolate?
No, but he does microwave a mean bag of popcorn.