What's for dinner?

Let me admit that I have a wonderful husband. When it's been a long day, he's fine if I come home with a sack of coney dogs or McChickens.

Every week, he cooks dinner at least once. Usually, it's breakfast for dinner (since I rarely eat Sunday breakfast.) Or thick, juicy T-bones and fried potatoes.

Even Kar gets in on the cooking act. At least once each week, she is also responsible for dinner. Generally, she makes sloppy joes, baked s'ghetti or tacos. It's nothing fancy, but she can hold her own. The kid has learned to appreciate the ease of a slow-cooker/crockpot.

Rick is an awesome baker. Right this minute, I'm eating hot, homemade, slathered-with-butter bread. It's not uncommon for my husband to bake an apple pie from scratch, including the crust. Personally, I prefer his baked apple crisp, but it's all delish!

And when Rick goes out of town, Kar and I fend for ourselves. Typically, that means rice or noodles or breakfast cereal for dinner. We rarely partake of meat, unless a pepperoni pizza counts. Instead, we eat lots of fresh carrots and grapes and apples and bananas and broccoli.

Or a sack of McDonalds chicken wraps!

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)