I have watched movies, listened to music, and read poetry that eludes to the great feeling of love.
According to these reliable sources, when a loved one is not around the world loses its beauty and even food loses its taste.
Usually when hubby isn't around for dinner, I heat up some leftovers or make such gourmet dishes as cheesy rice. After a busy day and a week where I've resumed bike riding after a short hiatus, tonight I felt like eating real food despite my true love's absence from the meal.
I cooked up some delicious french dip sandwiches, complete with yummy au jus.
I sat down, by myself, to enjoy my great idea.
I took one bite... eh, ok.
I took another, and another, and soon I realized something.
Those movies, that music, those poems are right!
Even the best food loses its taste when my true love isn't here to enjoy it with me.
Despite being sad about the not-so-delicious food, I was exhilarated that I'd reached such an epiphany. I ate the food. Not what I'd hoped, but that's love's fault, right?
I took the dishes upstairs and started cleaning up. As I threw away the trash from my concoction, I realized something.
Instead of 3 cups of water in the Au Jus, I'd put in four.
Hence the not so delicious taste.
Well my love, perhaps you don't make food lose its taste as I'd previously given you credit, but you are still wonderful... unlike my dinner.
1 comment:
Yes but might you have been thinking about him and that is why you accidentally put another cup. So it is loves fault afterall.
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