It’s All In A Days Work

Hubby and I had an interesting exchange last night as I was writing my blog entry and he was watching some mindless drivel on the TV. It goes like this:
Him: “What happened to the rest of the Strawberry Rhubarb pie? Did you eat it?”
Me: “No I didn’t eat it, you ate it.”
Him: “I don’t remember that! I think you ate it!”
Me: “Honey, you ate the pie. I got it for you on Wednesday night when you asked for something to eat as a snack. And I even put some ice cream on top of it for you!”
Him: “Imagine. Having pie and not remembering eating it!”
Me: “Yes. Getting old really sucks!”

So today while he was watching the World Cup Soccer match, I went out to the store and picked up some rhubarb and some strawberries and made him a pie. What a good wife I am.
Then I was flipping through a cooking magazine that I get when I stumbled across a pork chop recipe. I do not cook pork well. About the best you can hope for if you come here and I serve pork, is that I will shake and bake it. Somehow doing that works. However, there was something about this recipe that sounded good. So I planned it all out as though I were Julia Child about to film a cooking show, and made Hubby a delightful meal of sautéed pork chops with a country herb gravy, mashed potatoes and boiled beets with butter.
When I served our dinner I felt like June Cleaver! I kept waiting for his praise. The oooohs and aaaaahs of delight.
Me: Isn’t this great?
Him: It’s very tasty.
Me: It’s a new recipe. I think it’s a keeper.
Him: Hmm. Very nice.
Me: It’s easy to make too. Only about 20 minutes from start to finish. You know these knives aren’t too sharp.
Him: I think it’s the chops. They’re fighting back.
Me: (ignoring this) In fact, it is so easy you can make them for me when I have my surgery.
Him: Hmm.
Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to go fishing for compliments.