Riding my bike through the subdivisions before the wind machine cranked. Paused and called The Bride and asked her to launch a pot of pintos or reds. Her response,”I don’t want Chili”. Without missing a beat I said and please make tha oniony bacony garlicky squash thing you do so well. She repeated, no chili. Got it. I’m going to do 5-7 more miles and ride the winds home. When I got home she was crying. A nice bouquet of Mother’s Day flowers and exceptionally well written note from our son and DIL. Brisket Beans with seared sausage, and her squash dish-And tears
All I wanted was a bowl of chili.
Next time, not this time.
All I wanted was a bowl of chili.
Next time, not this time.
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