Just a short note on another universal observation about the small trials of getting older. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, some of my complaints are really small and sound kind of petty, in a world full of problems. But, there is always something that lets me know that I am not alone in my annoyance.
A friend called the other night to say she had met the most wonderful woman in the produce department of our local market. The opening line of this conversation was “I just can’t think up one more meal”. My sentiments exactly.
I don’t mind marketing, in fact I am a throw back to my Grandmothers day, the time when people went to the village every morning and shopped for dinner. I don’t even mind cooking. What I can no longer bear is thinking up one more meal. Or the other universal problem, a husband who says “I don’t care what you make, anything will do”.
Roughly speaking, I think I’ve probably cooked 12,500 dinners in my life as a wife. Maybe, part of a pre-nup, should be, the meal planning to be shared equally by the partners. Maybe, one partner likes cooking more than the other, fine let them cook 90% of the time, just don’t make them think up every meal. Just once answer the question, “what do you want for dinner” with an actual suggestion.
I don’t care if you want the world’s most labor intensive meal, just name it and I’ll make it. Just please don’t say, “I don’t care, make anything you want”, because the next time you say that, I will be part of that old joke and I will make reservations!