I decided it would be cooking. So I ordered a meal service that prepares meals according to whole30 or paleo diets, since I am trying to stay fit.
My husband was not pleased. We came home from the gym and he surveyed his options. With a disgusted face, he put his dinner in the microwave.
“This steak tastes like... an old argentinian cow that’s lived her whole life on top of a mountain.”
This is the kind of commentary I should have expected when I married someone in the agriculture industry. But for some reason, my dinner is a little less appealing now.