The refrigerator door is wide open and my husband is
peering in looking for something to satisfy his sweet tooth. “There’s nothing to
eat in here,” he complains. My response to that is merely a raised eyebrow.
In fact, I baked three dozen cookies earlier in the week, the fruit basket has both apples
and tangerines available and I bet he doesn’t remember that a quart of his favorite
ice cream is in the freezer.
After reminding him of these snack items, he tries to recover by suggesting that he take charge of tomorrow’s dinner by grilling chicken
using my favorite bar-b-que sauce recipe. That works for me!!