Several times over the past few weeks AH has mentioned how he is craving a really good sandwich. Tonight when AH arrived home he spied the remaining half of the sandwich I ate for lunch. (It was called the "Pike Place" and can be purchased at Whole Foods.) I heard him gasp from the other room and he brought in the sandwich asking who it belonged to to which I replied that it was mine. His said that it looked like a really good sandwich (which it was) and that he was going to eat it (he was actually giddy!). I reminded him that I was cooking dinner but he assured me that he didn't want it, he only wanted the sandwich.
I made AH eat the sandwich by me so I could see him savor it. He really enjoyed it and I think it helped his craving. Now that he was full I decided not to bother with dinner and we all had sandwiches instead (though not nearly as good as the Pike Place).
A few hours later AH joined me in the living room. His mood was carefree and relaxed. Sitting next to me he commented, "I am still thinking about that sandwich. That was a really good sandwich." Honestly I am not sure if I should be concerned about some of his Homer Simpson-esque qualities or jealous of a sandwich that gets more complements in one evening than I get all month.
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Wouldn't it be nice to know you were craved?
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