We have French neighbors across the hall. They have been here for 2 months. When Richard asked them how they manage cooking here, they laughed and referred us to www.beijinggoodies.com for delivered meals. What were we thinking? People from the land of The-World's-Best-Groceries-Bar-None aren't going to bother mixing it up at the local Who-Can-Tell-WHAT-The-Heck-It-Is.
But... my practical little Midwestern heart won’t let me just discard those hard-won groceries from the Chinese market. So last night I attempted to make a meal with some of them. It was…
Perfectly. Dreadful.
Without a doubt, the worst meal of our entire marriage. Chicken & rice without any seasoning – hideously bland, like eating wet Kleenex.
Richard was completely nonplussed. I’ve never served him a truly terrible meal. He acted liked he just found out I had a felony record.
For killing a previous husband.
It became a moral issue, I got a little righteous about it, I told him we’re eating for sustenance now – not pleasure. I also told him I can't cope with that Chinese market again, we're going out to eat from now on.
He readily agreed
No surprise there.
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