Comes with the territory.

Hi. It's Joe. For the record, I made Jen dinner tonight. Three times. I feel somewhat at liberty to post this since the previous post alludes to the possibility of changing eating habits in our near future. The first dinner (Mac'n'cheese mixed with peas, and green beans and carrots on the side) Ian and I ate alone downstairs. Good boys who finished their dinner got to have a popsicle. Jen was sick in bed. I figured this one might get snubbed.

After dinner, we came upstairs and received Jen's special order: "Please bring me what rabbits might eat." Kind of a strange request. We don't have spinach shoots or watermelon rind. So instead Ian and I made a green salad. Ian's job was tearing the lettuce, which he did a great job. He placed the carrot sticks (abandoned from the first dinner) around the edges, then sprinkled the diced tomatoes over the top. He even added a layer of croutons for good measure. I carried the dish upstairs, but Ian was proud to make the presentation. After spending too much time trying to find a suitable salad dressing, I was informed that the salad would no longer be required. Snubbed again. I'll admit I was just a bit frustrated.

Round three. This was about two hours later. I figured Jen was getting hungry. "Baked potato please." No problem. I can do baked potato. "Anything on it?" The simple response, "Sour cream." Well, I upped the ante. I topped that beauty with butter, melted sharp cheddar, salt/pepper, and THEN sour cream. It was a sight to behold. The simplicity... the elegance. She took the bait.

I was rather proud of myself for having the patience to present three meals. One of them even seemed to take! I really am glad to take care of Jen and I was happy that she wouldn't have to go to bed hungry. Except, now she is asleep, hungry, and sad, because she lost it all right before bed.