Having strained some muscles in my neck and upper back, I have been given a reprieve from all but light household duties. This means that SB has had to provide our sustenance since Sunday. On Sunday night he cooked rosemary crusted pork chops, one of his three go-to dishes along with penne alla vodka and spaghetti alla carbonara. So by Wednesday, having exhausted his vast repertoire he scoured the refrigerator for something quick. We ended up feasting on toasted bagels with cream cheese, smoked salmon, chopped red onion and capers.
After dinner we discovered that after six years of cohabitation there are still frontiers that remain to be crossed. We puckered up for our habitual after meal kiss only to discover that no amount of mutual affection can overcome the aroma of salmon-caper-onion breath. "You smell like a sea lion," said my beloved. "But just think of how many essential oils and vitamins we can exchange," I joked as he fled from the table. "You know, love is supposed to endure all things, even fishy onion breath," I called after him. Because if anything is sexier than smelling like Sea World, it is quoting bible verses.
After dinner we discovered that after six years of cohabitation there are still frontiers that remain to be crossed. We puckered up for our habitual after meal kiss only to discover that no amount of mutual affection can overcome the aroma of salmon-caper-onion breath. "You smell like a sea lion," said my beloved. "But just think of how many essential oils and vitamins we can exchange," I joked as he fled from the table. "You know, love is supposed to endure all things, even fishy onion breath," I called after him. Because if anything is sexier than smelling like Sea World, it is quoting bible verses.
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