A Marriage Lesson
Last night I decided to make my husband a delicious and nutritious meal (well, nutritious compared to the crap we could have been eating). It consisted of veggie burgers, rice and sliced tomatoes. While you might not be that impressed, I was very impressed with myself because I didn’t have much at home to work with. I was 100% thinking I was going to have to run to the grocery store before I set out on a scavenger hunt of our kitchen.
Well, while I was cooking the rice, I was also:
- Doing laundry
- Emptying the dishwasher
- Putting clean sheets on the guest room bed
- Texting with my sister
- Watching the Real Housewives of Orange County
So I got distracted and burned the rice a little bit. But it was ok because I made enough that I could just soup the non-burned rice off the top.
I started to clean up and put the salvageable rice in a tupperware and scrapped the burned bits off the bottom of the pot. I left them in the pot for the time being, as I was planning to put them in the garbage later on. Unfortunately, Matt wasn’t aware of my plan and when he want to get some more rice, all that was left were the burned bits. Thankfully I caught this, just before his fork went into this mouth.
Me: “Wait… that rice is burned. Let me get you the good rice.”
Matt looked at the rice on his plate. Looked at me. Shrugged and ate it anyway.
That’s true love.
Or… is it just laziness?