Earl fixed dinner a couple nights ago; well, he fixed the entrйe while I fixed the salad. But the whole routine holds promise, and here’s why.
Earl likes to eat around four in the afternoon, while I like to eat around eight at night. It’s been a sticking point for years. And what happens is that Earl begins to snack around four in the afternoon to the point that he’s not hungry when I put dinner on the table. “Well,” you might be saying, “why don’t you just cook dinner at four?” The problem is that I am a slow meal preparer and would have to stop working at two-thirty to have something ready by four if I want to prepare a heart healthy, low fat meal. Two-thirty is just too early for me to have everything done at my job to leave and become a conscientious chef.
But over the weekend, Earl decided he wanted to cook. So he prepared Chicken Burritos, a simple, tasty dish that we both liked and would eat again. I praised him heartily and sincerely, hoping his success would take hold and that, just perhaps, he might become the chef of the household. That way I can keep working until four-thirty, not have to anguish about dinner time, and eat with Earl at a reasonable hour.
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