Day 16

Two Days of misses, oops.  Still within my tolerance levels.  Wednesday was a rough day at work, which neccesitated watching the LOST season finale in preparation for the premier next week.  Thursday was just busy.

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Last night it was oatmeal.  Oatmeal!  Oatmeal should never even be considered as an option for dinner!  Sure, you could throw it into something, but just a steaming bowl of oatmeal?  He must have been scraping the bottom of his culinary barrel, and quite a shallow barrel at that.  Judith should have known better after the attempt at "gussying up" some ramen the night before.  

She'd agreed in principle to the "Let's reverse our roles for a few days" idea of his, but that was before she'd fully understood the length and the breadth of his kitchen skills.  She was starting to reconsider, but for now, she'd just leave a few hints here and there, and see where things went after that.

And by a few hints here and there, she meant posting the recipe for a simple pasta sauce on the door he would walk through in about fifteen minutes.  And laying out the ingredients, and the utensils, and another copy of the recipe, just in case he'd missed the first.  She fumbled with a pot of water, and wondered if turning the stove on would violate the terms of the agreement that he would do all of the cooking.  Does setting the water to boil really count as cooking?  She decided that it might, and instead placed a post-it next to the with an arrow pointing to the seven.

She looked around.  Everything was in place, including a detailed instruction from Mark Bittman about seasoning a tomato sauce.   Checking off each point in her mental list, Judith turned from the kitchen, headed back out to the yard, and started raking the leaves again.  It might not be a five star dinner, but it sure wouldn't be oatmeal again.