I went back to work today after leaving early yesterday because I have some kind of sinus/throat infection. I could barely concentrate yesterday while I was in the office, and today was only a little better. In my haze, I had the brilliant idea to cook dinner when I got home, so the food I bought when I felt healthy wouldn't go bad.
At home, I decided that lemon tarragon vinaigrette would go well with pork chops. The husband described this as like "eating pork chops with relish." I would love to contradict him, but it was quite accurate. Then, I realized as I was making a bechamel sauce for mac and cheese that we had no milk. Rather than check the cabinet (as the husband later suggested) for evaporated milk, I decided I could use non-fat Greek yogurt and water as a substitute. This resulted in cheesy, but very grainy mac and cheese. The husband very kindly ate all of these rather yucky items, and I, of course, starving ate two portions of each--even though it was not particularly good.
When I asked him if he could rate the meal from a 1 to 10 with 10 being delicous, he kind of froze. I suggested a 3 or 4 and he kindly agreed as he packed up his car for a gig. As he was putting the last of the gear in the car, I told him I would miss him and then again did the strangeness. I quoted Dune at him as he walked out the door, "Fear is the Mind Killer." Yeah, I think I need a really good night's sleep.
P.S. I did all of the cooking before he got home from work. If this doesn't get me a few weeks off of dinner duty, nothing well. It really is good that he cooks most of the time.