My wife the cook

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Meals are a bit different at my house. My wife and I only eat dinner together maybe three or four nights a week, when we'll typically go out to a restaurant. The other nights, we fend for ourselves – she might just have some wine and cheese while I'll go out with a friend, or she'll have a bowl of cereal and I'll skip dinner for the night. We might cook at home once a month, if that, and usually it's when I'll grill.

Last night, neither of us had eaten, and we didn't feel like ordering in or going out for dinner. I was in my office and Amy popped her head in and said, "Hey, I'm going to cook some eggs and toast. Do you want some?"

"Sure, that sounds good." I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm not usually a fan of eating eggs, but for some reason, it sounded good.

She scrambled some eggs with cheese and butter, toasted some bread, and set it all up at the table. She called for me to come out, so I joined her in the dining room.

I sat down and started to fold my eggs into the bread to make it into a sandwich.

"This is nice," I said. "We should do this more often."

"I know," she said. "but sometimes we go get groceries and then they just sit in the fridge for months without being used, until we throw them away."

"That's true. We'd have to be more careful about that." I took a big bite of my egg sandwich.

"Like these eggs – you can barely tell that I bought them in May!"

And this is why we go out to eat for every meal.


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