Last night, a momentous occasion occurred in our home: Telfer made dinner. He picked the recipes, did the shopping, and prepared the food. He made steaks with miso butter (as you can see, ginormous steaks) and an orzo & edamame salad. I set the table and opened a bottle of wine. I could get used to this arrangement.
Don’t misunderstand: Telfer is by nature very helpful; he is the floor-man and the duster-boy and the grill-master. But planning a menu and going to the store? Not so much… Obviously, he doesn’t have time to do this often, but he made his wife very happy last night.