I didn't want to cook tonight. Karl used to cook for me almost every night. Rarely did I have to so much as lift a finger, and there was food - usually very tasty food - set before me. The past two years I've gotten better at fending for myself in the kitchen, but it will never be a passion, and I was thinking about the unfairness of it all. And of course then there would be cleaning up to do.
In my self pitying state, I asked the cat to make us dinner, and he only stared blankly back. The dog seemed no more motivated. Since Elliot's not allowed to touch the stove, I didn't ask him, because I imagine I would have gotten an enthusiastic response, then have had to squash his excitement...
Checking my phone messages while noshing on crackers and salsa, I realized that long distance repeat caller I'd been ignoring was actually a friend of my parents. I called them to pass along the message, and got an invite to go out to dinner.
No cooking, no cleaning up.
I do love it when the universe is listening.
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Jess - haven't talked to you in a while.
You know what - pick a random date and I'll cook for you and Eliot and just drop it off. I've got a lot of passion around cooking but usually no one to serve. Of course, children are tricky but I can usually get around that with pasta or something like that.
Just an idea. Mull it over and see what you think.
John O'Malley
Crap - make that Elliot with two els. I hate typos.
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