Last night we had the d'Arc family over for dinner while they were in town, which was a lot of fun. I made homemade spaghetti and meatballs for our dinner. In bed at the end of the evening, I asked my husband if he'd enjoyed his dinner. "Yeah, sure, it was fine," he noncommittally said. Only fine? That didn't seem like the praise I was fishing for. "Well," he continued in a bored and sleepy voice, "I mean it was just spaghetti and meatballs."
To which I huffily and half-jokingly replied...
I rolled three kinds of raw meat mixture and made homemade tomato sauce for hours yesterday. Not to mention the salad and the from-scratch cookies. How about this: how about you spend the next nine months eating DFAC food and MREs, and then we'll see how you feel about my "just spaghetti and meatballs."
I hope he gets all Beef Franks MREs all deployment long...
