By the time evening came, my body was too beat to do anything more. I’d spent the day prepping and cooking most of the dishes and cleaning up after myself. It was a satisfying day. The Fijian curry chicken reminded me of Mama’s adobo chicken in her later years. She said she used tomato sauce. I didn’t believe her until today when I saw how two huge juicy tomatoes combined with onions, garlic, and spices created a rich red gravy. This, I apologize, only makes sense to me.
Back to the napkins. Last night I brought up the subject again to the Husband. I could call one of the friends to bring napkins. Do that, said the Husband. Then I thought if she doesn’t have napkins she’d have to stop at the store. How inconvenient. “We can use paper towels,” I said.
He didn’t roll his eyes, at least not that I saw. “You know this is the process I have to go through to do something I don’t want to do.”
“In other words, until you decide it’s fine with you.”
Yup. Gotta love me.