For the past three weeks I have been up to my eyeballs in fixing food. Baking, roasting, poaching, frying, mixing, and all the other stuff that goes along with fixing food. I have made meals for church, neighbors, grandchildren, cats, and of course, Terry and me. I’m tired of cooking.
This evening, while using leftovers to make carne asada burritos, I wanted to just sit down and cry. All the work to prepare food to eat has finally overwhelmed me. I want to have someone ask me out for dinner. Which is exactly what I told Terry.
“I’m tired of all this cooking I’ve been doing. I’m hoping some really handsome man with come along and take me out to dinner.”
Do you think he got the hint?