Dear Diary,It seems with tuxes and rocks behind me we're back to the same opportunities that have been around for quite awhile. "Radar" popped back up on the drive home last night, getting in a late-night email to check in on how my trip went. It's nice that he thinks about such things. I thought about him quite a bit this evening. Especially after seeing the movie Julie & Julia...
After watching it, it's hard to not want to go home and cook your way through a cookbook. I have already expressed an interest in the art and if you aren't already aware, Diary, I do have the aspiration of being the type of wife who would have dinner on the table when my husband comes home. However archaic that may sound, that's who I want to be. I'm often a little too lazy for such mighty goals, unfortunately. I have a tendency to put off making dinner for more important things like reorganizing my bookshelf for the 80th time that week.
But whatever this has to do with "Radar" is that I kind of get the sense that he and I are unequally matched in terms of our tastes in food. He orders seafood whenever we go out and I cannot stand the stuff. So if I am to cook for him at home, what sort of delicacies could I choose from? I do not feel that he could appreciate me for the brilliant chef that I am (in other words, I no longer need to ask directions on how to boil water). On the flip side, however, he does enjoy trying new things whether food or fun, so I suppose if we couldn't agree on the menu at home, we could always go out to dinner...preferably to a place that serves both burgers and seafood. Or pizza....there's always pizza....
Oh, do I wonder what tomorrow holds....
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