"There is nothing to eat in the house." Three nights a week my boyfriend is in charge of cooking. Guess whose night it was to cook when I heard those words. No gold star for the right answer; it was his.
I'm a bit surprised at this comment, as he can normally cook up fabulous creations seemingly out of air. But there it was, "nothing to eat in the house." I explain that there are, in fact, one or two ingredients available between the refrigerator, pantry and freezer. Mentioning the protein options in the freezer elicits an unblinking lizard-like stare. Moving on to the cupboard, risotto is offered as a possibility. Nothing. Off he goes to get fried rice, leaving me on the couch with my grocery shopping reputation besmirched.
Tomorrow, I'm cooking out of the pantry. I'll show him.
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