My Husband Made a Menu and Demands That I Cook Him
Meet Sarah, a project manager extraordinaire, queen of balancing work and home life. Her husband, Tom, plays it by the book as a regular-hours accountant. But one fateful evening, Sarah’s perfect world hit a snag. Lo and behold, there was a gourmet menu plastered on the fridge, brimming with extravagant meals and signed with what could only be described as a demand she whip them up. Oh, Tom, you clueless soul.
“I thought it would be nice to have some variety,” said Tom, blissfully unaware of the culinary burden he was slathering onto Sarah’s already packed plate.
“Enjoy it?” Sarah snapped back, barely holding back her frustration. “I can barely find time to scarf down a sandwich, let alone concoct a gourmet feast. I need an extra set of hands, not additional chores.”
Tom, bless his heart, just didn’t get the memo. “I handle the bills, the yard, the car. You think that’s a piece of cake?”
Sarah shook her head. “It’s not about whether you quit your job or not; it’s about sharing the load here at home. Asking for gourmet meals every night? Unrealistic, my dear.”
The conversation hit a wall of frustration and ended with Tom storming out of the room. But Sarah was far from done. Determined to make her point loud and clear, she hatched a cunning plan. Using Tom’s shiny new car savings, she hired the culinary prowess of Chef Martin.
Fast forward to Friday. Tom walked into the house, his nose delighted by the intoxicating aroma of Beef Wellington. He sat down ready to feast, only to be startled mid-bite by a stranger in chef whites emerging from the kitchen. “Is there something wrong with the beef, sir?”
Tom’s jaw hit the floor. “Who… are you?”
“This is Chef Martin,” Sarah chimed in, hiding a smirk. “I hired him to cook this meal and give you a glimpse into the effort gourmet cooking demands.”
Tom’s face turned an impressive shade of crimson. “You… did what?”
Sarah explained her grand plan. “I wanted to show you just how much effort goes into making the meals you so casually request. Maybe now you’ll have a bit more appreciation for what I do.”
The fog of confusion lifted, and realization dawned on Tom. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t think about the work it would involve.”
And from that day forward, Tom and Sarah became a team in the kitchen, cooking up plans and concocting simple yet delicious meals together. Tom’s days of demanding gourmet menus were gone, replaced by a deeper appreciation and mutual support that only strengthened their bond.
