In the Kitchen Without Rachel Ray

My husband works in a small office. Everyone is within earshot of each other. So when I call him, our conversations go like this:

Me: What do you want to do for dinner?

Him: We can have . . .

Me: What?

Him: From the freezer . . .

Me: Peas?

Him: No.

Me: Ice?

Him: No.

Me: Oh! You mean the chicken nuggets. What’s the matter? You don’t want everyone in your office to know YOUR WIFE FEEDS YOU FROZEN CHICKEN NUGGETS?

Him: They’re tender . . . s.

For the Record – Tonight’s Dinner: chicken nuggets (excuse me, I mean tenders), peas, and ice. I’ll even light a candle or two.