"When I married, I told my wife that whatever she put on the table, it was exactly what I want."
not at my house during the first marriage. I ate a lot of really crappy food, because the wife made it. Never any salads, hardly every anything but spaghetti from a can, and noodles. (She could boil water) I usually cooked when we had guests, (to avoid hospital visits) We started taking turns cooking. Figured I could survive if I ate every other day. . Well I came home one day to a casserole dish full of something dark pink. She dished out a big helping for me and I noticed a pink drum stick sticking out of what appeared to be pink rice. It smelled like those hot cinnamon candies you can buy at Valentines day. Told her it smelled interesting, what is it. "Creamed Cinnamon chicken with rice". Tried and tried to eat without saying a word. When she answered the phone, I emptied the plate out the window. I started cooking every day.