the dish

There are those that claim to find fault with the married life. But "those" are not taking the positives into the account. Take, for example, the feast that Susan cooked up for me on Friday. For starters, we had French green beans and baked sweet potatoes with cinnamon. Next came the roasted chicken seasoned with garlic and herbes de provence, with a side of spring pasta with zucchini and carrots. Finally, as if I wasn't stuffed, Susan unveiled the dessert: fruit medley with white chocolate. Owie. I'm still recovering.