the husband’s menu: tater tot casserole

my menu: lentils, couscous, pita crisps

the husband: What are you making?  That smells so good?  For you?

me: Lentils?

the husband: It smells like Macaroni Grill!

me: Oh, that’s the garlic.  I bought real garlic for my lentils.

Hmm, one of these days, the husband may just eat a lentil!