I thought I'd get a break from cooking today. Usually we have take-out for Sunday dinner, but since tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday I was planning to cook all the fattening foods that are taboo the rest of the year. I don't watch the Super Bowl, but I try to make it a fun day for my husband since he does. Anyway, I figured if I was cooking tomorrow we'd get take-out today. Made perfect sense to me. But I guess I was alone in my thinking. So I ended up cooking a fancy meal of hot dogs and cole slaw.
I doubt most married couples fight over cole slaw. My husband and I do. I like onions in mine and he doesn't.
The fact that my husband hates onions is usually only a mildly annoying issue. Until he ticks me off about something else. Then it feels like grounds for divorce.
While I was doing my early preparations for dinner this afternoon, I made a comment to my husband that made him angry. Suffice it to say I was right and he was wrong. Trust me on this.
Well, he thought he could get snippy with me. Not a good idea when I'm holding a chef's knife.
I grabbed the ingredients for the cole slaw: cabbage, carrots, mayo, etc. I started chopping and grating and mixing. I was tired. I was hurt. I was angry. So I did what any self-respecting wife-with-a-knife would do: I grabbed an onion and started chopping. And then I dumped the whole thing into the cole slaw.
Revenge is a dish best served with onion.
