the husband’s menu: tater tot casserole
my menu: lentils, couscous, pita crisps
the husband: What are you making? That smells so good? For you?
me: Lentils?
the husband: It smells like Macaroni Grill!
me: Oh, that’s the garlic. I bought real garlic for my lentils.
Hmm, one of these days, the husband may just eat a lentil!