Before I got married, one of my biggest worries about married life was "what will I fix for dinner every night." Some women were probably worried about sex or step-children or moving away from their hometown, but I was worried about coming up with ideas for dinner night after night after night . . . .
Well, thirty plus years later, it's still a struggle to make meal decisions. In fact it's even harder now that G is a pescetarian than it was when I was an inexperienced newlywed and meat was an integral part of our meals.
Tonight I had absolutely no interest in fixing or eating dinner. G asked what we were having and I wanted to say, "Do we have to have dinner?" I had peeked in the freezer and found some mussels in a tomato garlic broth (pescetarians do eat fish and seafood) so I offered that as a possibility with some rice. G wasn't impressed with that offer. So I threw out what seemed to me like a bottom of the barrel suggestion, baked beans and a veggie burger, and he thought that sounded great! Go figure.
I'm thankful that G is pretty flexible about what we eat for dinner. He will happily fix his own meals if I'm not feeling well or will be gone for the evening. While he could certainly step it up in the compliment department when I do make the effort to fix something special, at least he is easygoing and not demanding about what I do cook (or not cook, as the case may be).
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