Why I Love My Husband

15 Nov

The Squire was rummaging in the back room, and then came out and poked around in the refrigerator

“We don’t have any onions for supper.”

It sometimes happens that things in our fridge migrate from one place to another, so I took a look. I reached into the cheese drawer (don’t ask) and turned to him. “Will this do?”

“Ah! The Shallot of the Lady!”

And he headed for the cutting board.

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