Giving Thanks for the Home-Cooked Meal

So I'm spoiled, but at least I know I'm spoiled. My wife likes to cook which means I often come home to dinner being plated up for me as I'm walking in the door. Many of my friends come home to "where are we going out to eat tonight?" I know which I'd prefer, and it was brought home to me tonight.

Jane was very busy today, and planned on not be preparing dinner tonight. I was on my way home, battling the horrendous cross-Los Angeles traffic, wondering what culinary delight would be awaiting me when I got the call... "so where did you decide we're eating tonight?" Huh? I'd completely forgotten Jane had asked me to pick a place, and make reservations, if necessary. And I was sooo not in the mood to go out.

So, while she showered and got ready, I wracked my brain for something palatable, and vegan, and close, and someplace where we could have protein with our meal. And I couldn't come up with a thing I was in the mood to eat. Ultimately we settled for the Whole Foods food court. We hadn't tried it yet, and were looking forward to the vegan pizza and a salad bar selection.

The food wasn't bad, but it didn't hit the spot. I was cranky (bad commute), and Jane was exhausted, there was only one vegan pizza option, and only two slices left (one for each of us). Nothing in the salad bar was particularly appealing at that moment. I really wanted vegan comfort-food, but there weren't many selections available, and I was bombarded with non-vegan delicacies. Worse, the line to pay for our paltry selections seemed to take forever (you'd think they could have a few cash registers open during dinner hour).

So next time I come home to a meal I'm not overly fond of, I'll try to remember tonight and thank Jane for the home-cooked meal I'm being served as I walk through the door.


  1. Sue H
  2. Valentina

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