My husband is one of the best cooks I know. He loves it and he is very good at it. He would fix me anything, anytime. All I have to do is tell him what I want. Ah...therein lies the problem.
Me: What's for supper?
Me: What's for supper?
Hubby: What ever you want?
Me: What have we got?
Hubby: I could make some spaghetti.
Me: Mmmm. Spaghetti sounds good. Let's have that
Now at that point, I consider the decision made and the conversation closed. But he loves to continue giving me choices....
Hubby: Or we've got some leftover mashed potatoes. I could do potato cakes and chicken.
Me: No, the spaghetti sounds good.
Hubby: I could fry some potatoes and we could have baked beans and wieners and fried potatoes.
Me: No, the spaghetti sounds good.
Hubby: Don't forget you bought biscuits and bacon yesterday. We could have breakfast for supper.
Me: No, spagh......wait a minute. Would you make gravy?
Hubby: Yes, if you that's what you want.
Okay, now. Back up the truck. Have I not been saying all along "Spaghetti" sounds good? So spaghetti was apparently what I wanted so why do we always continue to have the conversation about what to have. It just makes me more indecisive. After 30 years of marriage, he should know not to give me too many choices. I finally decided on the spaghetti. It was delicious and the right decision.
