Surprise It Is Casserole Again
Casserole, beggar’s stew. Surprise
All three of these words cause my husband to cringe.
When we were first married I put everything we ate into the pot on Friday.
All the sweet and sour fixings from the week – corn, radishes, brown sugar.
It mattered not, it went into the pot.
What is this? He would ask after taking a bite that turned his face green.
Casserole! I would sing out loud and proudly until he started refusing to eat casserole.
Then I renamed my Friday concoction beggar’s stew.
No one was begging for it, believe me.
Now I call it “surprise” but he always begs me to go out on Friday nights.
We have a lovely dinner, which, surprise, was my tactic all along.
I just did not know it.
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